Entry 137: Off to the Races in Much Ado About Nothing

The morning started out well. The sun rising before 6 am is MUCH better for me overall! I wake up to a bright day and I’m not late… it’s a good thing. Though, I will admit. I’m worried about Nala. I mentioned in 136 (i think) about her not wanting to jump up onto the bed… likewise, I don’t think she wants to jump down off of the bed. I’ll go home at lunch and if she’s still ON the bed, that will be my biggest indicator. I took a shower, jumped in the car, and headed to work early. AND THE EMPLOYEE LOT WAS STILL ENTIRELY FULL! Explain to me how I can be the first attorney in the building and yet we still have zero parking. I get that we share that lot with ALL Court House employees but… give me a fucking break! OR allow the attorneys, who stay late and come early, to park in the fucking Courthouse Parking Lot!

I get to my desk, start setting things up for the day, when the SVU Prosecutor pops in to ask me about a FELONY Violation of No Contact Order Hearing. Why in the hell are you asking me about a Felony case? Because it was a Simple Misdemeanor case scheduled in Felony Court. These fucking clerks, I swear! No. No, I was not aware that a case would be misfiled into a Courtroom three degrees higher than it should be; nor have I been indexed to this case or made aware of it in any way, shape, or form. Thank you. FUCK. These damned clerks are screwing all of us in unacceptable ways. I’ve been listed as DEFENSE counsel be these people before!

Then, as I work through my morning, my boss comes in. The Elected Official. He’s been getting some upsetting Truancy Calls. Even our own police officers have been getting Truancy Letters and Summons and the boss wants to know why. WELL… we’ve told the schools explicitly what they need to do. But their attorneys disagree with us and they are listening to their attorneys. So, when the Criminal Law requires schools to have a meeting with parents regarding their students; but the Law Suit Liability Law says that they only need to offer a meeting with parents.... the schools offer and treat anything besides a “Yes, happily” as a refusal to have that meeting. So, even a “We never heard back from them, so we asked for their prosecution.” Did you… did you follow up in anyway to make sure that you had the right information for the parents? Did you do anything other than shout into the ether and, then, when no answer returned- asked us to prosecute? Because we’ve just had about 20 or so calls pissed off at our office because “Being charged was the first I heard about this!” SO… schools fucking up Truancy, as I’ve been saying they would/have… becoming a pain in the ass, as I’ve been saying they would/have… fucking everything up, as I’ve been saying they would/have… brings my boss to my door asking me to explain. Whatever facial expression you are imagining on my face, you’re probably correct!’

I continue working throughout the morning; most of my work for TODAY already done save the specific PM trials. Headed home for lunch, Nala was off the bed and on her couch chair. She went outside and napped in the sun a bit, but never for more than 10 minutes, which makes me think she was either getting hot with all of that direct sunlight or wanted to make sure she could still get back in, either way. Then returned to work facing two potential traffic trials!

Which honestly didn’t go terribly. It’s just… it is always such a surprise how people don’t quite fully grasp traffic laws. It isn’t.... complicated law. Dropping your speed to 2 mph then revving the engine back up when the light turns green is not stopping at a red light. Easiest way to figure that out? Are you in front of the white line, thus entering the intersection; or behind the white line, thus approaching the stop light? Because as soon as your back tires are past the white line, you are fully entering the intersection on a red light. And I wouldn’t be such a jerk about this but for the fact that “Stop Signs and Stop Lights are Optional” has increased an absolute fuck ton around here in the last two months. Like… “Suns out, rules change!” Which… no. I am more forgiving of “Fuck! Red light! I can’t stop!” when there is snow and ice on the road. When it is simply, “I didn’t see it” or “I didn’t care”- you’d best believe I am not shrugging and saying “Oh well!”

So then I come back to my office and I have a slight conundrum. It is 2:30 p.m. and I have all of my work done for today. In fact, I even have 40% of my work for tomorrow done. SO… remember how I said in 136 that I didn’t do my oil change? I kind of want to get that done. But I’m thinking it would be better to come in late if necessary tomorrow morning citing Car Issues as opposed to leave early tonight. I’m hoping that’s the smart choice, anyway. Because if I leave tonight and it takes them more than an hour to get to my car? Then I’ve just left work early for the day, won’t be coming back to the office, and am then worrying that I might be late to rehearsal. On the other hand, if I can get it to them first thing tomorrow morning, and it takes them an hour… then I’m just coming in to work a little late but I’ve already done so much of the Tuesday work anyway that it doesn’t set me back any.

Oh (head explodes) and if I had left early, I wouldn’t have been here to experience yet another fucking SOVEREIGN CITIZEN!!!!!! It is to the point… where I legitimately… deeply… actually do want to do them grievous harm. This guy beat the shit out of somebody and then tried to fight the cops when they intervened. SO… he’s in jail. Because when you are mentally unstable and violent, that’s where you go in the State that is 51st in Mental Health and Number 1 in Binge Drinking (both true and accurate rankings). He is filing all the Sovereign Citizen bullshit. “The living man is filing a writ of certiorari demanding the release of the living man known as Defendant, lower case letters, and immediately moves to sever any and all fictitious relationship between the living man known as Defendant, lower case letters, and the CORPORATION known as DEFENDANT, all capital letters. Any refusal or failure to cease this illegal detention will result in exorbitant fees against the State, its judges, and its attorneys for TRESPASS and KIDNAPPING as they are holding a living man against the law.” So… that… for NIINE FUCKING PAGES. Threatening law suits, claiming orders are already drafted holding everyone in contempt and each day he remains incarcerated the fees on those Contempt Orders will stack, accrue interest, and grow until he is released and all charges are dismissed WITH formal written apology to the living man and recognition that the living man known as Defendant, lower case letters, is entirely severed from the CORPORATION known as DEFENDANT, all capital letters.
Seriously… I know this is all bullshit and wrapping things into any monolith of thought will always lead to danger but… I put the bullshit of THIS in the same “frustrating bullshit file” as so much of the Dating App shit and the World Burning shit and.... the folder is full! I need these people to shut up, have adequate and sufficient consequences reigned down upon them, I need to see awful people in power face some kind of negative consequences for their shit, and I could really use some excellent heart swelling romance or (as conciliation) some athletic, anaerobic, body draining sex. And considering that NONE OF THAT is within the realm of even “highly plausible”… I can tell you with confidence it makes it harder not to drink! I’m staying true to that. I’m pushing forward for Shakespeare AND weight loss! I don’t have my lines in my head at all so I can’t waste brain cells or brain space right now. And HAND TO GOD if I don’t lose any weight and I get on a scale at the end of June and it says anything higher than 255..... I’m burning down any and all “healthy lifestyle choices”. But I can’t sabotage myself or the experiment prior to when data is harvested. But seriously… between this fucking job and the “dating world” … sober is more of a challenge than it should be!

Went home. Didn’t have time to shower or change so I at least took off my suit jacket and tie. Sunscreened myself and left to grab some mid-calorie food and a giant water bottle. THERE was reason for this… see, I’m doing that oats and such thing so 400 to 600 calories combined in Breakfast and Lunch… then eating something a little heavier with protein before rehearsal. Because.... outdoor rehearsal in direct sunlight… can definitely be an energy drain. So… I have to fuel for that. BUT, in TMI, at least that way I am eating enough to form poops… which seems to be an important thing. Anyway, rehearsal happened. The Director is happy with where we are, but of course I’m not. Nobody is harder on me in this realm than I am and… that’s just part of it. After rehearsal, came home, took the dog for a big walk. Returned… prepared Oats for tomorrow, checked and responded to e-mails, and then started putting together a real list for just… all the things that need to be considered. Like.. it isn’t “clean the front closet”; it’s test the sockets for the burnt out bulbs, replace bulbs, remove empty boxes, vacuum floor, size test coats, hole check umbrellas, properly store loose bags. And that’s just for the CLOSET… let alone WHOLE HOUSE. So.... that’s… yeah, there’s a lot of work that needs doing and I’m hoping that at least getting some organization around it can help? And maybe make it easier to schedule? Here’s hoping!