Backdated Log: Matt and Kyle
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xp_logsKyle and Matt move Matt's law stuff down to a basement office and discuss his need for an assistant and upcoming plans for the new X-thing.
Hauling his law books out of the boxes and into a small room in the basement, Matt groaned at the weight. Even with using a dolly, law books were not light. At least now without Foggy he had plenty of time to unpack them. He was turning it into an office since it seemed like he would be working here at least for a while. The idea of working with Clint and everyone wasn't a bad one and it beat the hell out of finding a new job, especially since Nelson and Murdock was really off the table.
"Yo, do these boxes suck because all this shit is braille, or do they suck because lawyers need too many books?" Kyle wasn't far behind Matt, with a stack of boxes in his arms. "Man, I mean, don't they have this stuff online? This is a lot of books, yo." He plopped the stack on the floor and hit the light switch with his elbow.
"Both," Matt replied cheerfully, "Though to be fair, I actually have a lot less books than a lot of lawyers since a lot of my stuff is audio," and therefore, stored as MP3s. Getting law books in braille was a pain in the butt that was not only expensive, but took forever. "And yes, I do use online resources, too. But poor, beginner lawyers like me need to do their own research instead of having legal minions to help," he sighed, "but thank you for at least being a good pack minion."
"I'm the best pack minion." Kyle preened. "I'd be a lousy legal minion. Criminal past, no attention span..." He set his stack down on the desk-table and swiped his hair from his face. "I'm a good editor though if you need one. I mean, is that a thing? Freelance editor of legal documents? Fix commas and capital letters, work for pizza IOU's?"
"Hey, Criminal past wouldn't disqualify you, but the lack of attention might," Matt grinned, using his keys to open a box and start placing books on the shelves. It was haphazard, but it was at least out of the boxes, "I mean, yeah, it is, but you would need to be a legal editor. It's a specialized thing. And you'd need to learn braille shorthand. I live by autocorrect and spellchecker, my spelling is the worst because I tend to write in shortened braille," he gestured to his books, "Which is what these are written in, actually. Otherwise, they would be at least twice as thick. I drove the assistants at Worthington Industries nuts until one learned how to do it so she could unpack my writing."
Kyle made a dismissive grunt. "I bet I could bribe at least two people here into building a scanner that'd translate that, man. I mean, shit, they have scanners that can read text, why not braille?" He scratched his head. "How hard is being a legal editor? I mean, I don't wanna career change but it might be useful to do freelance if you're gonna pick up some legal stuff for Clinto's new x-thing."
"There's actually classes and certifications," Matt answered. He wasn't sure about all the requirements, but he knew it took specific training. "There are scanners for text to braille the I can read on my computer, getting one to go the other direction would be useful. What sort of bribe are we talking here?" No sense in Kyle doing it if he could, especially since it was for him.
"Dude, I could probably talk Doug into it for four burgers and a box of Girl Scout cookies." Kyle said. "Molly might just do it to be nice, but she won't say no to pizza and a good fashion hat."
That was a lot simpler than he expected, though Molly was a friendly, helpful person. "Now I feel like I should challenge them both," Matt joked, "see who can make the most useful kind or something. Thanks, I'll talk to both of them and see who can. I think I can afford their prices. And maybe put out a post or something looking for an admin sort, even if they aren't a paralegal, they can help and free me up to do that research."
Kyle nodded. "Cause yeah, whatever this thing Clinto's setting up, I bet you five quarters we're gonna be buried in legal stuff eventually. I mean I know the Prof has like lawyers on call just for having all of us here, but, you know, having our own's gonna help a lot."
Clearly, Kyle had Clint figured out. "Noticed that, did you?" Matt replied, amused. "He thinks he's subtle, but I really went to law school because I got really good at talking us out of trouble as kids. Figured, getting paid for it would be easy."
It was easy to picture pint sized Matt and half sized Clint getting themselves in fifteen kinds of trouble and then Matt talking them out of it. "That like, explains so much about you two." Kyle said, laughing. "Okay, for serious though, is there anything I can do to help that won't require me to go back to college? Cause I'm pretty sure Clint just wants me on the team for hitting things and making everyone use spellcheck."
Thinking about it, Matt shook his head. "I'll talk to Molly and Doug about tech and put word out for admin help, see what comes up," he replied. "Otherwise, you're spellchecker and grunt."
"That's me, I move boxes and commas." Kyle said, with a mock salute. "Lets get the rest of these boxes before my arms fall off, huh? I'm pretty sure I've got another six days of boxes between Clinto and Topaz and I'm still looking to talk Laurie into doing med for us."
Hauling his law books out of the boxes and into a small room in the basement, Matt groaned at the weight. Even with using a dolly, law books were not light. At least now without Foggy he had plenty of time to unpack them. He was turning it into an office since it seemed like he would be working here at least for a while. The idea of working with Clint and everyone wasn't a bad one and it beat the hell out of finding a new job, especially since Nelson and Murdock was really off the table.
"Yo, do these boxes suck because all this shit is braille, or do they suck because lawyers need too many books?" Kyle wasn't far behind Matt, with a stack of boxes in his arms. "Man, I mean, don't they have this stuff online? This is a lot of books, yo." He plopped the stack on the floor and hit the light switch with his elbow.
"Both," Matt replied cheerfully, "Though to be fair, I actually have a lot less books than a lot of lawyers since a lot of my stuff is audio," and therefore, stored as MP3s. Getting law books in braille was a pain in the butt that was not only expensive, but took forever. "And yes, I do use online resources, too. But poor, beginner lawyers like me need to do their own research instead of having legal minions to help," he sighed, "but thank you for at least being a good pack minion."
"I'm the best pack minion." Kyle preened. "I'd be a lousy legal minion. Criminal past, no attention span..." He set his stack down on the desk-table and swiped his hair from his face. "I'm a good editor though if you need one. I mean, is that a thing? Freelance editor of legal documents? Fix commas and capital letters, work for pizza IOU's?"
"Hey, Criminal past wouldn't disqualify you, but the lack of attention might," Matt grinned, using his keys to open a box and start placing books on the shelves. It was haphazard, but it was at least out of the boxes, "I mean, yeah, it is, but you would need to be a legal editor. It's a specialized thing. And you'd need to learn braille shorthand. I live by autocorrect and spellchecker, my spelling is the worst because I tend to write in shortened braille," he gestured to his books, "Which is what these are written in, actually. Otherwise, they would be at least twice as thick. I drove the assistants at Worthington Industries nuts until one learned how to do it so she could unpack my writing."
Kyle made a dismissive grunt. "I bet I could bribe at least two people here into building a scanner that'd translate that, man. I mean, shit, they have scanners that can read text, why not braille?" He scratched his head. "How hard is being a legal editor? I mean, I don't wanna career change but it might be useful to do freelance if you're gonna pick up some legal stuff for Clinto's new x-thing."
"There's actually classes and certifications," Matt answered. He wasn't sure about all the requirements, but he knew it took specific training. "There are scanners for text to braille the I can read on my computer, getting one to go the other direction would be useful. What sort of bribe are we talking here?" No sense in Kyle doing it if he could, especially since it was for him.
"Dude, I could probably talk Doug into it for four burgers and a box of Girl Scout cookies." Kyle said. "Molly might just do it to be nice, but she won't say no to pizza and a good fashion hat."
That was a lot simpler than he expected, though Molly was a friendly, helpful person. "Now I feel like I should challenge them both," Matt joked, "see who can make the most useful kind or something. Thanks, I'll talk to both of them and see who can. I think I can afford their prices. And maybe put out a post or something looking for an admin sort, even if they aren't a paralegal, they can help and free me up to do that research."
Kyle nodded. "Cause yeah, whatever this thing Clinto's setting up, I bet you five quarters we're gonna be buried in legal stuff eventually. I mean I know the Prof has like lawyers on call just for having all of us here, but, you know, having our own's gonna help a lot."
Clearly, Kyle had Clint figured out. "Noticed that, did you?" Matt replied, amused. "He thinks he's subtle, but I really went to law school because I got really good at talking us out of trouble as kids. Figured, getting paid for it would be easy."
It was easy to picture pint sized Matt and half sized Clint getting themselves in fifteen kinds of trouble and then Matt talking them out of it. "That like, explains so much about you two." Kyle said, laughing. "Okay, for serious though, is there anything I can do to help that won't require me to go back to college? Cause I'm pretty sure Clint just wants me on the team for hitting things and making everyone use spellcheck."
Thinking about it, Matt shook his head. "I'll talk to Molly and Doug about tech and put word out for admin help, see what comes up," he replied. "Otherwise, you're spellchecker and grunt."
"That's me, I move boxes and commas." Kyle said, with a mock salute. "Lets get the rest of these boxes before my arms fall off, huh? I'm pretty sure I've got another six days of boxes between Clinto and Topaz and I'm still looking to talk Laurie into doing med for us."
