Adventures of a new California foreclosure attorney

[DocZaius]

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/panoramaexcerpts/Ali.html

I was late when I first met my clients, the Lipkin family, outside my office. I was very late. I couldn't believe I was late. I felt like an imposter. Maybe I was an imposter. I had dressed as professionally as I could: a sophisticated sports jacket, slicked-back gelled hair, elegant briefcase. My straightened posture exuded the charismatic confidence of a seasoned attorney. In my mind, at least.

I extended a hand and introduced myself to a family that was about to have their home foreclosed upon. Carl and Natalie, the husband and wife (I've changed their names), were both in their early thirties. Their three young daughters were with them, wilting in the heat of the parking lot. They met me with open smiles, even though they had just driven ninety minutes from Sacramento on a scorching summer day. I invited them in.

I was hoping they would never guess that despite being a licensed attorney two years out of law school, I was utterly paralyzed with fear—and earnestly praying to Allah that my potential clients were not about to call me out as an incompetent charlatan, punch me in the face, storm out of the office, and call the state bar seeking to disqualify me.

I was the guy who was going to save these people from being evicted from their own home? Who was I kidding?

It's a good read and gives you a bit of perspective as to how incompetent the banking industry really is, and what it's like to be a young lawyer.

[annarborgator]

Started reading that last night...good read so far.

[TheTodd]

Thanks Doc. That was a good read.

[IHateUGAlyDawgs]

The part that doc quoted there...that's remarkably similar to how I felt going to trial on one of my first felony cases with a "true" victim.

Thankfully, I won the trial.