{"id":32,"date":"2005-02-15T10:40:42","date_gmt":"2005-02-15T14:40:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/02\/15\/familiar-but-foreign\/"},"modified":"2005-02-15T10:40:42","modified_gmt":"2005-02-15T14:40:42","slug":"familiar-but-foreign","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/02\/15\/familiar-but-foreign\/","title":{"rendered":"Familiar, but Foreign"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a name='a1655'><\/a><\/p>\n<p><P>I work at a law school so you&#8217;d think I&#8217;d be comfortable around lawyers. In fact, in the work place, I&#8217;m quite comfortable around them since I&#8217;ve work for them, with them and around them on a daily basis for nearly 5 years. But lately I&#8217;ve noticed that I don&#8217;t enjoy dealing with lawyers on a professional level outside of work. <\/P><br \/>\n<P>In the past few weeks I&#8217;ve dealt with a few lawyers regarding the sale of some property and then this week I&#8217;ve also dealt with a different set of lawyers on some wills and trusts I&#8217;m working on (don&#8217;t worry people &#8211; I&#8217;m fine). But I do notice that outside the academic setting, lawyers are less fun.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>At least at the office I&#8217;ve been able to develop a relationship with them. I know about their families and&nbsp;political affiliations. I&#8217;ll hear them chatting with each other in the hallways.&nbsp;Some even&nbsp;come to me to show off there latest purchases&#8230;just like &#8220;real&#8221; people do.*<\/P><br \/>\n<P>But dealing with lawyers outside the academic environment is different. Perhaps it&#8217;s because you never really need a lawyer&nbsp;in the real world unless you&#8217;re under unpleasant or stressful circumstances (selling property, divorce, death). Since that&#8217;s the case, I wonder why law schools don&#8217;t require courses in psychology to better prepare lawyers for dealing with stressed, scared or angry clients.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>I mean, as I blogged about a week or so ago, when we sold our condo, the buyers attorney was a complete idiot. Even with months of preparation, he still was ill-prepared for our closing. He just made an already stressful situation all the more stressful. And this morning as I was dealing with the will\/trust paperwork, the attorney was friendly &#8211; but it was so matter-of-fact\/business-as-usual for him&nbsp;that it felt strange. I mean, we&#8217;re talking about the preparations for a person&#8217;s death here and the whole signing process was merely 5 minutes. I felt like I had so many questions to ask, but there really were none. It&#8217;s just that when you talk about such significant life and death matters, you feel the need for time and closure. Five minutes just doesn&#8217;t seem to be enough.<\/P><br \/>\n<P>&nbsp;<\/P><br \/>\n<P>*Of course, there&#8217;s always the exception to the rule and for me that would be working across the hall from Alan Dershowitz. As a co-worker, he&#8217;s a perfectly nice\/normal guy, but his fame (or notoriety) has caused a few crazy people to stalk him&nbsp;every year. I&#8217;ve had to call the police a few times to &#8220;escort&#8221; (arrest) some visitors and the school has also had to install a panic button under my desk (that goes directly to the police department). But otherwise, the office environment is like any other.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I work at a law school so you&#8217;d think I&#8217;d be comfortable around lawyers. 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