Social Life, or Lack Thereof

Wow. So I had a dinner date that I was slated to go to last night, when POW! a deposition we scheduled for the afternoon ended up ruining it. This deposition was not one, not two, but almost THREE hours in overtime. Holy freaking cow. This was the first night that I really felt like this profession would really hinder my social life. I mean, I can normally plan around my crazy work hours. But this? This took the cake. And even though I didn't stand the guy up (as I drove like a madwoman to get downtown in the hopes that he'd have actually stayed at the place and eaten so we could catch the movie we wanted to see), I ended up standing the guy up because he left about an hour (!) before I got there. WTF. Note to self: don't plan to go out when you have a deposition in the afternoon. Damn.