Easy Day

Too easy.

One trial and three matters in the afternoon.

I almost couldn't keep my eyes open.

I was doodling the whole time.

I think that fate is teaching me one of those Be Careful What You Wish For lessons.

Still, a change is as good as a holiday.

Over and Out.

Did I mention that Court 3 has not one but TWO huge Plasma Screens?

I can just imagine it:

Prosecution: Sir, may I enter into evidence this Wide Screen DVD of The Matrix.

Defence: Sir, I must object, this is ridiculous...

District Clerk: Actually, let's watch the evidence and then judge on it's relevance.

Hmm.

Other fun stories: Today the Computer System broke down. The girls in the office had to make up the registers by photocopying the Charge Sheets, cutting them up with scissors and then pasting them onto the Register Sheets.

Blue Peter Time was the Catchcry. I never watch Blue Peter, so I have no idea what that means.

And:

After waking up with my IDIOT alarm at 0710 (which I have since moved forward to 0700) I was running late.

Long story short: I got to Stratford with the 0807 already there. If I missed that I was fucked.

But I had gotten out of the wrong exit, hence I needed to run up and down some stairs.

I got to the train and the doors had already closed.

Bear in mind, this isn't a tube train, this is a big train.

Unwilling to accept defeat (or being made late by a fucking train) I forced the doors open by hand and jumped in. AS THE TRAIN HAD ALREADY STARTED MOVING!

Stupid? Damn straight!

I broke a nail prying the doors open.

But I got to work on time.

And I even got a seat.

Over and out.

J

I've got places to be.


J