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I’ve promised my employers a management plan memo in the next few days. This will serve as the initial road map for how I might bring some quality control to the practice of law. It is all well and good to spout aspirational platitudes, but it is quite another thing to put the proverbial money where they proverbial mouth is.

I think, in their short term, I need a more diffuse monitoring system. I continue to believe that the “task” is  the correct conceptualization of our unit of work. As a result, task management may be, temporarily, set up outside the existing (potentially inadequate) law firm practice management software. That may ruffle feathers, but it will give me a modicome of control, both symbolic and actual.

All the deliberate steps and implementation are bound up with the assertion of confidence. It should be no fiction. I’m taking control.

A burdensome madness

I’ve pretty much lost it.  My mind, I mean.  It’s not such a bad thing to have happen, so long  as it’s temporary, so long as no one gets hurt.  I came damn close to that line on Friday morning, even crossed it a little.  It was almost “bye-bye, job.”  But I’m getting reeled in now, with lots of help.  This long weekend is well-timed, even with the “insane” (pun intended) amount of writing I have to do.  There are certain things I can live with, certain fears, both rational and otherwise, I can tolerate.

At work, I’m going to bite the bullet and endure several weeks of “unpleasantness” in the name of a much needed quality push.  I’m seriously considering whether I can leverage my suffering in an attempt to indulge thoughts that came up (perhaps serendipitously) earlier in the week.  Maybe I can make some of those flights-of-fancy into reality.  Alternatively, it could make a bad situation worse – trying to force people to do something they don’t want to do while I’m being forced to undergo my own (heretofore referenced, though not fully described) unpleasant process of transition.  Well, I’m getting to a stage where I don’t really care.  If my place in this smal law practice is going to disintigrate, I’d prefer it to happen while I fight to do better and fight for what I want.  So, that’s how it’s going to be.

And also, I’m going to start listening to Uriah Heep.  That should help as well.

Stuff like this makes me want to start my own business

I am SUCH a sucker for fancy task management applications.  This one is team-based, which means I have no use for it my button-down-Outlook/proprietary unnamed legal software work life.  But when I see stuff that looks this good and this easy to use, I can’t help but fantasize about implementing it to lead my own team of creative bad-asses to glory – in the law or wherever!  Here’s the New York Times article and below is the promo video.  It’s called Asana.

A few random thoughts at 2AM

It’s not quite 2Am.  Hopefully I will be asleep or very close to it at the actual 2AM.  I’ve gotten to the end of my writing for tonight, which is not to say that I’m done this particular project, but I’ve come to a stopping point and I can’t be productive any more tonight.  This is the good part about setting deadlines before deadlines.

And I’m listening to Squarepusher and looking at Tumblr and posting pictures of the 1974 RSR 3.0, because you were never allowed to drive it on the street and it won races.  Speaking of races, Monaco is this weekend upcoming.  I truly think one day I will find a way to go.

I’ve been retweeted by Peter Straub and Caitlin R. Kiernan in the past ten days, so I do my literary squee dance.

I think I will set up a tumblr for Earl.  I need to reserve the imadoptedgetoverit.tumblr.com url.  I hope it’s not already taken.  Maybe he’ll prefer not to advertise his special status, no matter how obvious it may or may not be.   Maybe I’ll wait and not set up a tumblr for him.  I don’t know.

A friend hooked me up with some new music called “Consider the Source.”  I think I’ll put that on repeat tomorrow – Middle Eastern fusion jazz prog.  Are you kidding me?  Coming to Philly soon – I need to go.

Still not 2AM.  Perfect.