I had a very interesting day. It was pretty normal until this afternoon. There was some mess up on a case assignment and it ended up going to another lawyer, so I volunteered to copy the file and take it over....now you have to understand, I never deliver things, it gives our investigator something to do, but this time I just decided I wanted to.
I walked out our office door and there was my insurance guy, he asked me to step in and now I'm all set on my office ins, I left there and went to deliver the package in the Frances building. I was going to an office on the 6th floor, so I got in the elevator and when the door opened I walked out.
I was on the wrong floor and there was the building manager. We were in front of the office of a lawyer who died in a car accident about a month ago, sad story, any way she said the executor of his estate just happened to be in the office right now and she had just mentioned to him that I may want to buy some of the office furniture as they are selling all of it.
I went in and it was nice stuff, at least Jeff's office, anyway, the executor made me an offer I couldn't refuse so I bought the whole room, desk, credenza, lateral file, bookcase, leather chair and leather side chairs. It was wonderful I only need a mover to take them from the fifth floor to the second floor.
Then I had to go try to get out of the desk and lateral file I already bought. The guy wasn't happy about it (scratch and dent, probably all sales final, I didn't ask) but I was very nice, I didn't explain the why just that it didn't work and remided him he hadn't delivered anything. He said we could work it out.