Deposition

I took the deposition today of a 45 year old recovering drug addict millionaire. As a friend pointed out, she is like a white trash version of will smith in pursuit of Happyness. I never saw the movie, I dont watch anything that far fetched, I mean, seriously, someone who looks like will smith could have shelter through any number of sexual acts (and he is black, but I am not racist).

The deposition started off well. The lady couldnt remember when she got married or how old her kids were. She did remember that she was a convicted felon who lika da opiates. Depositions are fun because you get to lead the person down a path with innocent sounding questsions that eventually corner her into an answer she does not want to give.

The other fun part is figuring the nicest way to ask very obnoxious questions. I know some attorneys dont bother with this, they just bluntly ask questions and dont worry what the individual thinks, but I figure if I am going to be talking to this lady all day, I should save my Indianness until the end of the day or if she avoids too many of my questions.

So, this one worked out well, I got all the relevant information that makes our case a slam dunk. Now I hand the case over to my boss who will find a way to lose it.

The opposing attorney amazed me today. It is like he doesnt understand that their whole case is barred by a statute of limitations. He allowed his client to answer, ya, there was no written contract and I waited 4 years to file this lawsuit without at least trying to object or coach her away from ruining her case seems like something I would do, not something an attorney who has been around for 35 years would do.

Oh well, back to slacking off at work and making fun of indians.