Hey, I was almost a former Sentelle clerk. They aren't all assholes.
Yeah, but almost is the key word there. You were one of the ones who got away. . .
No, seriously, when I was clerking, I never had trouble with Sentelle's chambers. As a judge, I found him loathsome because of his rudeness and hostility toward Yankee lawyers. The book on him was never, ever ask him to repeat one of his marble-mouthed mumblings, because if you did, he would pile on the Appalachia even thicker. I often had trouble understanding what he was saying, and while I didn't grow up in WNC I spent many formative years in the state. If I couldn't understand him, the average NYC or Philly or Chi-town lawyer couldn't, and as far as I ever knew, there was no regulation permitting judges to discriminate against attorneys based on their geographical residence.
But his clerks were fine. I didn't have much to do with them, but my co-clerks didn't complain either.
By far the worst chamber to deal with was Henderson. Just a clusterfuck over there from top to bottom. Clerks who weren't good. Clerks who didn't like their boss because sometimes her bullshit would get so thick that nobody even knew what she was saying. I was working on an en banc decision where Henderson was dissenting. At one point, I called the clerk to let him know that she had inserted an extra "not" and that the sentence was saying the opposite of what seemed to be intended. The clerk was like, "yeah, I pointed that out to the judge, but she said the not was correct." I asked, "well, then, I don't understand the point," and the reply was, "me neither." The guy had drafted the opinion originally.
The second worst chamber was Garland, though for a different reason: he was so thorough with his research and writing that he was always late. Most opinions in a term would be filed by the end of May, meaning that the clerks could take June off or go summer with a law firm or do whatever. But there were always a few that lingered until August. We had three in chambers (fortunately none were mine), and they all involved Garland. When I used to work out with him at the courthouse gym, it was usually around 7. After the workout, I went home. He went back upstairs an awful lot of the time. Or at least that's what he told me. I see no reason why he would lie.