Communicating with lawyers: or lack thereof

This is the Court of Chancery…which gives to monied might the means abundantly of wearying out the right; which so exhausts finances, patience, courage, hope; so overthrows the brain and breaks the heart; that there is not an honourable man among its practitioners who would not give…the warning, “Suffer any wrong that can be done you, rather than come here!” — Bleak House, Charles Dickens.

Yes, dear readers, in one-half hour I am heading downtown to Court.

Why? Well, sure, there’s a compliance conference in my broken metatarsal misadventure lawsuit — which I have been until now observing only peripherally — but today I am attending Court because … I’ve been attempting contact with my Foot Lawyers for over a month, with no success.

Three e-mails, one phone call. No response.

So I’m going to Court to corral whichever associate (I’ve counted eight over the past three and a half years so far) is currently working on my case and to have a little confab. Along the lines of, “What the fuck is going on?” Although I will not use strong language.

I have specific questions and one specific request: I want copies of all major documents in my file.

So keep in touch. Later today, I’ll tell you what happened. The big point to make here is: no client should have to go to court to chase down her lawyer. And if I don’t get solid answers today, Sidebar will be changing the name of my lawyers from Foot Lawyers, PC, to their real names.

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