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In further proof that Aveline is on my side...

So last week, I was playing phone tag with a potential client. He kept leaving long voicemails, however, his phone was crap and the messages were distorted with interference. I finally spoke to him last Thursday. He demanded to meet with Aveline as soon as possible to discuss his divorce. He huffed when he learned her next availability wasn't until today. He insisted on a phone consult, as he was "a very busy and important man". Then he mentioned that he only wanted the best, which was why he was hiring Aveline, the Family Law Head.

Me: Sir, I think you're mistaken.
Him: I am not, she was referred to me by an extremely important lawyer in California, and I would not accept any less.
Me: Sir, Aveline is not the head of Family Law in the state of Delaware...granted, she has a chair position this year, but...
Him: Yes, that is what I mean. You're not very knowledgeable, are you? I cannot imagine why she hired someone like you.
Me: ...I beg your pardon?
Aveline, on Gchat: Your voice just dropped an octave and 20 degrees, what did he say?
Him: You are the most argumentative and vindictive person I have ever spoken to. I think you should reconsider your behavior towards people like me, who pay your salary...*goes off on 5-minute tangent about my allegedly rude behavior*
Me: Sir, if you find me argumentative and vindictive, then I can only assume you do not want to work with me or with Aveline. Let me refer you to some other local attorneys who may be able to meet with you sooner.
Aveline, on Gchat: He said WHAT? I don't want to work with this guy either!
Him: I want to work with Aveline, and I am not interested in any other attorneys. You will schedule me a conference with her, and I will be certain to mention to her how unhelpful you were and how rude to your betters.
Me: ...(teeth gritted)...
Aveline, on Gchat: Schedule him. I'll talk to him myself and tell him I don't want him as a client.
Me: ...all right, sir, you are scheduled for a telephone conference on Date, at Time.
Him: Good. I hope the next time we speak, you will remember this conversation and be more kind.

After all that (and after some frothing RAGE at home that required Yeats to provide soothing backrubs and ice cream), when Aveline called him this morning, his crap phone was broken and not taking messages. :-P If he calls back when she's here, she will shut him down. If he calls back and she's not here, I have her permission to refer him to last year's chairperson and inform him that she is not taking new clients right now--at least, not him.

Tonight is good, tonight is trivia with friends at a nearby pub. Tomorrow is gaming, wherein Dagmara the sorceress is darned well going to incinerate the next member of her party that calls her "Bubbles" (got rescued from an underwater temple, long story). And the weekends ahead will be fun--Yeats will be selling books out of the bookstall at the Maryland Ren Faire over Labor Day weekend, we will attend a toy show, we will do our usual anniversary weekend in October at the PA Ren Faire, and we will plan a housewarming party for somewhere between the Faires. One jerk non-client will not ruin my day, week, month, or life.

Reading Log: The Deep End by Kristen Ashley; A Long Way Home by Saroo Brierley; Ash and Quill by Rachel Caine; Pashazade by Jon Courtenay Grimwood; Monstress: Awakening by Marjorie Liu; The Art of Starving by Sam Miller; The Red by Tiffany Reisz; This Is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare by Gabourey Sidibe