Guess you'll just have to wait for the book. (Hmmmm. Idea!)
But I thought yesterday would be a great example of the much-heralded (I herald it at least) 'Day in the Life' series.
I arrived at work at 8:15 a.m. Ten messages were already awaiting on my voicemail. This was an unusual number unless I was returning from vacation, which I was not. I immediately realized the day would be filled with uncertainty.
Officers started appearing at 9 a.m. for a scheduled grand jury presentation. None ever arrive at the same time as each other or any civilian witnesses. That's a problem because it is difficult to present a case to the grand jury if you are unsure any of your witnesses will show up.
It's a short day in the grand jury, so I was done by 10:40, which means I am ten minutes late for my 10:30 meeting.
Somehow eight officers, an attorney, and his client all arrived on time for my 10:30 meeting. The client spent an hour waffling on whether to participate in the meeting. When he finally does, the meeting lasted until 1:40. My cell phone would not stop ringing during the meeting. I had to keep excusing myself to guide an officer through a specialized juvenile arrest.
That meant a quick bite of my sandwich as I waited for my 2:00 appointment, who showed up at 2:30. That break gave me some time to return the prior ten voicemails and the eleven more that had piled up since.
My 2:00/2:30 appointment didn't leave until 3:30, and I was lucky my 3:00 cancelled. I settled in to do some work for an hour and a half before I had to leave. However, one of my long-term investigations broke open involving many men with many illegal guns. It is both a stroke of luck and another wrench in an a typically abnormal day. I spent the rest of the day on the phone organizing the prosecution of the case over the next week.
There were only a few minutes left before I had to leave at 5:00, so I spent them returning phone calls. The best part about the day? A defense attorney called postponing our trial that was scheduled to start the next day due to his flu. No, I'm not cheering the illness, just the postponement. It was a chance to get some pressing work done tomorrow.
This job's history guarantees that probably won't happen. An emergency always comes up.
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Life of an ADA - NYC edition - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3