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				Am I the only one who hears the screams and the strangled cries?
			 
 So, I have a response due to a discovery request later this week in one of my cases for W.T. Grant's. When I first got the case in, I met with the regional and local managers at the store down in East Jesus. The regional manager told me that he would gather up the incident file, as well as all of the locally maintained documents kept at the regional office, and would get them to me.
 A few weeks later, I got a stack of paper, and noticed that it was mostly the store stuff, and assumed that the regional stuff would follow. Then I got busy with a trial for Piggly-Wiggly (Mrs. Goldstein won $250,000 when she needed to have a *lot* of surgery after a box of kitty litter fell off of a forklift on top of her just before closing time), and didn't think anything of it.
 
 Fast forward to the discovery request. It asks for, among other things, records maintained at the regional level. Per client policy, I sent the request up to the legal department in Des Moines as soon as I got it, and the in-house guy assured me that he would take care of gathering all of the documents it requests.
 
 Fast forward to five minutes ago. I just got a phone call from the store's assistant manager. He got an email from his boss that had been forwarded via about fifty people. It was originally from, you guessed it, a paralegal in the legal department in Des Moines asking for the responsive documents that I asked them for. The poor assistant manager told me that the local store manager was currently in Panama with his National Guard unit for the next month, that the regional manager was on maternity leave for another few weeks, and that the district manager told him to "have Not Bob take care of getting this stuff up to Des Moines." Fenwick and McGillicuddy are, of course, nowhere to be found.
 
 I love my job.
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