Damn, Damn, Damn!!!!

I owe the federal government TWO THOUSAND DOLLARS from last years earnings. It didn't hit me until this morning because I was already upset about something else when I recieved the news. What made me reflect on it was the sound of my friend telling me, "You made too much money last year." What? Who the fuck makes "too much money?" Is that even possible? Try telling a homeless person there is such a thing as making too much money. If you do, then that person should jump up and rob your ass. Remind me to do one of two things this year. Either have a child or stop working.

Goodbye Uncle Andrew

About an hour after I got off of the phone with my mother last night, my cousin called me back and informed me that our uncle passed away. I didn't call my mother or my grandmother last night because I didn't know what to say to either of them. I finally gathered enough courage to call my mother today, but I wasn't able to get her on the phone. A few hours after that, I called my grandmother. She sounded fine. She was also in the middle of trying to figure out how to get her sons' body from Chicago to Mississippi. There is also an issue of burial expenses. Its been said that my uncle didn't have an insurance policy. I find that hard to believe. I am wondering if he had a will. Needless to say all of the legal questions came to me. Not that I mind that, but I don't feel comfortable calling my uncle girlfriend asking her about their finances and how she intends to help pay for burial expenses. I don't want to come across as disrespecful in her time of grief, but I do understand why the estate is important. As it stands, Illinois doesn't recognize common law marriage, so their son would inherit my uncle's property. Unless of course there is a will my uncle left that we know nothing about. This is why it's important for people to leave behind a will. That way people don't have to guess about would have made the decedant happy. Of course, if there isn't one, then its a good thing there are laws in place to help resolve nasty battles. It would be something if my uncle intentionally decided not to leave a will and his last lucid thoughts were to let us deal with it after he died. Maybe he figured we needed something to do, or fight over. In any event, I don't plan on doing any fighting for items that aren't mine. I'll sit back and watch. Maybe even referee and make sure nobody gets hit or hurt. That would be some funny shit.

Rest in peace Uncle Andrew....I will always be thinking of you and will miss you.....

I Hate Phones

I am slowly getting to the point that I am no longer a fan of telephones. I am tired of people constantly calling me to complain that I don't call them. That is such useless conversation. But whats more annoying is someone telling me who I should call first. My mother has a brother who is in the hospital. In terms of the phone, the chain of events are as follows: My mother called me at 8:30 this morning, but I didn't answer the phone. She left a voicemail, but I never check my messages until the end of the day. My sister called while I was sleeping sometime this afternoon. I got a phone call from a friend of mine saying my sister was looking for me, so I called my sister back at about 5:15 this evening. My sister told me that our uncle is brain dead, so I figured that's what my mom wanted to tell me. Around 7:00 tonight, I called a cousin of mine to see what, if anything, she knew regarding the status of our uncle. She told me that he has a 50/50 chance of surviving. While I was on the phone with her, my mother called. My mother told me that my uncle is brain dead. At this point, I don't know who to believe. Either someone is brain dead or their not. Its times like this one that I need to sit down with the attending physician, and get an accurate account of where things stand. Anyway, I told my mother about the conversation I had with my cousin, and she got mad because I didn't call her first. Maybe I didn't call my mother first because I don't know what to say to her. Maybe before I dialed her number I was trying to find the right words for that conversation, but all she wanted to do was tell me who I should or shouldn't call first. I guess God saw that an argument was about to happen because my grandmother called my mother causing our conversation to be cut short; which was a good thing. I really do have a problem with petty dislikes, and my family is full of them. I am in no way saying that my family is the only family with stupid and childish problems. I just don't want to be bothered with it. Anybody and everybody in my family who knows me knows that I have a very low tolerance for ignorance. During tragic times like this, I don't think insignificant conversation should take place. It doesn't accomplish anything, and it builds longer bridges widening the gap.

We Tried To Tell Them

I have been thinking about this for almost a week, but I didn't want to post anything and write in a negative tone about the situation. Last week a defendant literally got away with murder. The witness took the stand at trial and said she did not see the shooter in the courtroom. The reason why this annoys me so much is because this particular witness, along with another witness in a separate case, was the cause for our unit being disbanded. When our unit was screening the case, we recommended refusal because the witness and her mother were being a total pain in the ass, and the stepson of the victim was adament that he didn't see who was shooting at him. Never mind the fact that he told his dad (the deceased victim) to drive off because he "got a gun." That case was filled with a bunch of non-cooperating witnesses. However, our unit was made to look like we didn't know what we were doing. I am still somewhat sour about the whole thing, but I am getting better in terms of accepting that it happened. I am just waiting on the other case to come full circle because I am certain that will either result in a not guilty also, or be another dismissal.

Today I called in sick from work. I didn't feel like being bothered. I woke up in one of my moods. I slept the entire weekend which was the cause of me not taking any medicine. When I don't take that medicine, I swear I am a different person. It's almost like being Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. That shit is weird.

I went on my interview last week. I walked away feeling as though the interview went well, but I don't think I am the person to perform that job. I would hate to be the cause of the organizations' demise. There is way too much room for me to do what I want to do, and that isn't a good thing. I have come to learn in the past two years that I need rules, stucture, and deadlines. If I don't have at least two of those three things, I won't last very long in any profession or at any job. Also, I don't think I am at a point in my career where I want to stop practicing law. This job doesn't come along with anything remotely close to me practicing law. Don't get me wrong, the job has its perks. Positive ones I might add, but now is not the time for me to get into something like that.

The Week In Review

Last week I was completely off track. I didn't want to get out of bed to go to work, and I arrived late to court every single day last week. It all went downhill when I went into the office last Saturday. I got there at 6:45 am, and I didn't leave until two o'clock. Having only one day off from the office really took a toll on me. I don't think I remained at work after I left court. Monday I wasn't feeling well, and Tuesday I felt drowsy because I took too much theraflu and a sleeping pill. Talk about stupid.

My best friend is too scared to go to Jamaica. She "can't be without her children for a whole week." Such a wimp. Truth is if her boyfriend had to leave out of town for a week for work or a vacation, you better believe his ass is gone. Not my crazy friend though. She'd rather sit at home and be like Ceily from the Color Purple. "You told Harpo to beat me!" I love that movie!!!!

For a while I thought I didn't have to stress over possibly leaving my job. I received an email this past week and I have a job interview this Tuesday. I hope I do well. I am somewhat eager to see what will come of all this.

A jury in Crowley, Louisiana found a man not guilty for the death of a young man who died at the hands of the bouncers at a popular nightclub in the French Quarters. That verdict should have been negligent homicide at least, and that's all I will say about that.

Hopefully this week will be better, and I will get back on schedule taking my medicine. The doctor told me that he knows when I am taking my medicine, and when I'm not. The outcome of that visit was I will be on anti-depressants for the rest of my life probably. Life's a bitch with a desire to be a widow....