I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Tweet, Tweet, Chumpsuckahs!

The Birdcage has officially been flung open for the summer, and the 2013 LAJC interns are ready to take off! Prepare to watch the talons of justice descend like stealth bombers upon the Commonwealth. Just consider Kiya, Maddy, and Charly to be birds of prey, where the target is the failures of the legal system.

A little birdie told us that some of the other interns have been chirping smack about the Birdcagers' delay in blog posting. We freely concede that we lack our co-interns' meticulous attention to literary musings. Alas, not all of us have the chance to lackadaisically frolic amok on the interwebs all day. When you find yourself slammed with:     

• ·         literally 20-25 case files on each desk
• ·         shamelessly prostrating and groveling before court clerks for client payment arrangements
• ·         staging clandestine worker gatherings about nefarious non-paying employers
• ·         wringing out the rug / bailing out the office because the side door floods during the slightest rain,

 

A few seemingly less pressing tasks tend to fall through the cage slats, if you will.

However, it's not all slave labor behind these metal bars, mind you. Certainly nothing to get our feathers ruffled. The Birdcage (aka the suite outside Carolyn's office) has some pretty sweet perks to sing about, too. For one thing, the company itself is really something to crow about. Kiya keeps everyone laughing and even devises handy dandy case work charts and diagrams. Maddy makes homemade soap and is a veritable legal research juggernaut. Charly likes to cook fine-eatin' Appalachian vittles and swear like any other proper southern woman. It really is a fine flock.

Also, our cozy little nest tucked away on the far side of the building has its own side door, phone, and private bathroom. We even have a lamp. That works. We may also be the only interns that work at real desks, as well. And when it rains, a huge pond of water (aka The Birdbath) floods the gutters outside the windows and extends all the way from the door to the sidewalk. Why yes, that's right. My workplace officially has a pool. Hey look, Mom! I've finally made it!

Also, we have a dog. An awesome dog. Do you have a dog in your office? No. You don't. Whaddya gonna do about it? That's right. Nothin'.

Until we meet again, keep your head up, fly straight, and avoid careening recklessly out of control