Dear God
Dear God.
I just had an insane afternoon.
The morning was quite good. I managed to handle pretty much everything okay, I announced everything all right (Elaine didn't give me any serves about my phrasing or umming), I was even making a halfway decent effort at organising the order of the cases.
The cherry on the cake was that Farrah the pretty solicitor was there, defending someone or other, so I got to say hey to her. Even if I didn't find out what night she hosts the open mike night. I did find out her full name and what firm she works for.
I went for lunch, wandered about trying to find a decent sandwich, ran into Chris who told me all about his weekend over a tall glass of water at the swanky local pub hwere they were playing the cricket.
Getting back to the courthouse, I jumped back in to the List Calling, and everything seemed to be going fine. Then all hell broke loose.
Vladimir gave me a huge pile of case folders with all kinds of arcane case numbers. None of the Solicitors were where they were supposed to be, files were missing, people would come and go, a fucking nighmare.
To make things even worse, Elaine was in no shape to help me because someone who worked down in the office (she wouldn't tell me who) had had some kind of fit or breakdown or something in the Women's restroom and had to be taken away by paramedics. So Elaine was preoccupied and more than a little freaked out.
This was all fucked.
The afternoon was pretty much all a nightmare. I can't explain here how much of a nightmare the afternoon was, it was just horrific. If it could go wrong, it did go wrong, and to make matters worse, the court decided to completely disregard me and line up the cases itself. Which meant that I suffered a massive loss of face when Elaine finally did surface.
Oh the horror.
I keep telling myself that tomorrow will be better.
It has to be.
In any case, I'm exhausted, and I'm running late for the life drawing class.
Over and out.
I just had an insane afternoon.
The morning was quite good. I managed to handle pretty much everything okay, I announced everything all right (Elaine didn't give me any serves about my phrasing or umming), I was even making a halfway decent effort at organising the order of the cases.
The cherry on the cake was that Farrah the pretty solicitor was there, defending someone or other, so I got to say hey to her. Even if I didn't find out what night she hosts the open mike night. I did find out her full name and what firm she works for.
I went for lunch, wandered about trying to find a decent sandwich, ran into Chris who told me all about his weekend over a tall glass of water at the swanky local pub hwere they were playing the cricket.
Getting back to the courthouse, I jumped back in to the List Calling, and everything seemed to be going fine. Then all hell broke loose.
Vladimir gave me a huge pile of case folders with all kinds of arcane case numbers. None of the Solicitors were where they were supposed to be, files were missing, people would come and go, a fucking nighmare.
To make things even worse, Elaine was in no shape to help me because someone who worked down in the office (she wouldn't tell me who) had had some kind of fit or breakdown or something in the Women's restroom and had to be taken away by paramedics. So Elaine was preoccupied and more than a little freaked out.
This was all fucked.
The afternoon was pretty much all a nightmare. I can't explain here how much of a nightmare the afternoon was, it was just horrific. If it could go wrong, it did go wrong, and to make matters worse, the court decided to completely disregard me and line up the cases itself. Which meant that I suffered a massive loss of face when Elaine finally did surface.
Oh the horror.
I keep telling myself that tomorrow will be better.
It has to be.
In any case, I'm exhausted, and I'm running late for the life drawing class.
Over and out.
posted by the.exile at 5:06 pm
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