So Christmas is over. This is a bad thing for people that deal with me.
Around the holidays I become a nicer person. I genuinely love the holidays and have long-believed they’re a time when we’re just a teensy bit better to the people around us. For me, that means I get friendlier with opposing counsel and clients as we come up to Christmas. I smile more, I’m more likely to grant an extension of time to respond to something, I don’t harp on the bill being unpaid as much as I normally do. All in all, I’m Kris-fucking-Kringle of the local legal community as we build up into the holiday season.
But Christmas is over now, and I’m back in the office, and I’m in a foul mood because there are no more Christmas cookies or carols. It’s a rainy, wet, cold Tuesday morning in my corner of the world, and my heart has shrunk three sizes back to its normal, withered, blackened state.
It’s time for people who have become acquainted with my only since December 1st on to realize how much of an unforgiving prick I am.