The strangest feeling...
I have the strangest feeling.
It feels like... I'm actually happy.
Today started pretty sketchy. Despite having a new alarm clock, I managed to oversleep again. Fortunately only by forty five minutes this time.
I have been barrelling out of bed with uncharacteristic enthusiasm most of this week and the last. It is just in the last two days that I have succumbed to stay-in-bed instincts.
I put it down physical and psychological exhaustion. Remedy? Get plenty of sleep over the weekend.
Likelyhood of me following my own advice? We'll get back to that on Monday.
Anyways, I got out of bed to discover that not only was I running late, but the Boiler wasn't boiling.
That's right. Cold fucking shower. Having skipped my shower the day before, I really needed a shower, so I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream.
Did I mention that today was, at times, the coldest day London has had in Months?
I schelpped to the Tube Station, didn't get a seat, and arrived at Stratford at 0759.
Plenty of time to catch the 0807 to Highbury and Islington.
Except there was no 0807 to Highbury and Islington. Just the 0822.
This all just got worse.
Exasperated, I decided to take the Central Line to Bank, the Northern Line to Angel then grab a cab to Highbury Corner.
No cabs. I jumped on a bus.
The bus was very scening, but I still got to work quarter of an hour late.
Damn.
Marking up the court registers was hellish. Deciphering the scrawl on the files, annotating my own lists, and so on. It took too long and I was already in a foul mood.
Cue another of those walkout impulses. I was ready to scream and it was nine o'clock.
Elaine was going to get me to list again, and she was going to sit up where I usually sit to do the ushering. IE no help. I didn't like the sound of this, since all my previous attempts at List Calling had crashed on takeoff.
And then the weirdest thing happened:
When the court came in, I started taking the names and putting them in order, and calling the cases. One case went down, I had another in line.
Line 'em up, knock 'em down.
I was frantic. I was flustered. I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
But I was doing it.
Elaine was surprised. I was amazed.
We got to lunch without me having a nervous breakdown. A miracle in and of itself.
Lunch I gabbed to Chris about how well I had done. (him and me are still doing to redo our resumes on Monday... just because I can do a job doesn't mean that I'm addicted to the stress. Yet.)
Then back to the show. The afternoon was a bit more bizarre. I had a shitload of custody matters left over from the morning (did I mention that by the end we had 66 matters on the register for the 204 register alone? 50 matters is considered outrageously heavy.)
To add insult to injury, the jailors were short staffed and could only bring up one person at a time. Leading to lots of dead time in court.
The Judge and Clerk tend to use Dead Time to glare at the List Callers and make snide remarks. It's funny, the snidest Clerk can be a really nice person when they aren't working. It's like the cliche of heavy metal bands being humble and friendly offstage.
The day went late. We finished at quarter to six.
I took the 30 bus to Marble Arch.
Feeling happy. What a rollercoaster this week has been.
Over and out.
J
It feels like... I'm actually happy.
Today started pretty sketchy. Despite having a new alarm clock, I managed to oversleep again. Fortunately only by forty five minutes this time.
I have been barrelling out of bed with uncharacteristic enthusiasm most of this week and the last. It is just in the last two days that I have succumbed to stay-in-bed instincts.
I put it down physical and psychological exhaustion. Remedy? Get plenty of sleep over the weekend.
Likelyhood of me following my own advice? We'll get back to that on Monday.
Anyways, I got out of bed to discover that not only was I running late, but the Boiler wasn't boiling.
That's right. Cold fucking shower. Having skipped my shower the day before, I really needed a shower, so I gritted my teeth and tried not to scream.
Did I mention that today was, at times, the coldest day London has had in Months?
I schelpped to the Tube Station, didn't get a seat, and arrived at Stratford at 0759.
Plenty of time to catch the 0807 to Highbury and Islington.
Except there was no 0807 to Highbury and Islington. Just the 0822.
This all just got worse.
Exasperated, I decided to take the Central Line to Bank, the Northern Line to Angel then grab a cab to Highbury Corner.
No cabs. I jumped on a bus.
The bus was very scening, but I still got to work quarter of an hour late.
Damn.
Marking up the court registers was hellish. Deciphering the scrawl on the files, annotating my own lists, and so on. It took too long and I was already in a foul mood.
Cue another of those walkout impulses. I was ready to scream and it was nine o'clock.
Elaine was going to get me to list again, and she was going to sit up where I usually sit to do the ushering. IE no help. I didn't like the sound of this, since all my previous attempts at List Calling had crashed on takeoff.
And then the weirdest thing happened:
When the court came in, I started taking the names and putting them in order, and calling the cases. One case went down, I had another in line.
Line 'em up, knock 'em down.
I was frantic. I was flustered. I was hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
But I was doing it.
Elaine was surprised. I was amazed.
We got to lunch without me having a nervous breakdown. A miracle in and of itself.
Lunch I gabbed to Chris about how well I had done. (him and me are still doing to redo our resumes on Monday... just because I can do a job doesn't mean that I'm addicted to the stress. Yet.)
Then back to the show. The afternoon was a bit more bizarre. I had a shitload of custody matters left over from the morning (did I mention that by the end we had 66 matters on the register for the 204 register alone? 50 matters is considered outrageously heavy.)
To add insult to injury, the jailors were short staffed and could only bring up one person at a time. Leading to lots of dead time in court.
The Judge and Clerk tend to use Dead Time to glare at the List Callers and make snide remarks. It's funny, the snidest Clerk can be a really nice person when they aren't working. It's like the cliche of heavy metal bands being humble and friendly offstage.
The day went late. We finished at quarter to six.
I took the 30 bus to Marble Arch.
Feeling happy. What a rollercoaster this week has been.
Over and out.
J
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