Burned out. Already. For so many reasons, many of which have nothing to do with work.Indignities pile up. Vision gets clouded. Levels of disdain.
What does Lil' Wayne have to say about this?
What I'm doin, gettin money, what we doin, gettin money
What dey doin, hatin on us, but dey never cross
We're gonna get ours, but you sho as hell ain't gittin yours. Layer after layer, strata of accumulated nonsense. Brushed off here, ignored there, snide comments from the judge, from the clerk, the ADA rolls her eyes, feigns concern. People are made to wait because they were less than five minutes late for community service and weren't let in. They took it upon themselves to actually do the "service" somewhere else and bring proof. But that wasn't enough. You see, you didn't obey the court. Its like not obeying a schoolyard bully. Resentenced to disorderly conduct and more community service, you walked away from the bench, snatched up the piece of paper telling you where to go and left the courtroom with an attitude. So fucking hot!! You got everyone. They all stared at you and literally gasped in amazement, "Did you see the way she grabbed that paper?!" Even the ADA approached me at the end of the night and said, "I know her, she and her friends are rowdy!" You're fucking hot and they're not. Rowdy too. Best of luck.
I have four preliminary hearings today. What is a preliminary hearing? First of all, no one calls them preliminary hearings. Everyone calls them "PHs." A preliminary hearing is scheduled after someone is charged with a felony. For the most part, I think the hearing, or H, determines whether or not someone who is charged with a felony AND is in custody, will remain in custody. Sometimes there is an offer to a misdemeanor instead of a felony. Sometimes there isn't. This is the first time for me, so I don't really know what I'm doing. If they actually happen, I'll have to ask some questions and try to lock in testimony of whoever is testimoaning. Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha!! Testimoaning. Everyone says "testilying" but I've never heard testimoaning. I should copyright that shit.
I helped this one dude.
Watched a homeless dude get sentenced to eight months. Pretty cool. Woman with mental illness is looking at eight months. This is actually cooler than the homeless guy getting eight months. This Thursday I have a case that involves a woman with some pretty serious brain trauma. She is looking at a year. This is cooler than the homeless guy, but maybe not as cool as the woman with mental illness. Living here makes you mentally ill. This place is seriously fucked up. It ain't for me. Another dude with mental health issues wrote a letter to my supervisor and the head of the office. He doesn't like me. I was replaced. Fine. Its just that it was done without me being part of the meeting or anything. Kind of weird.
The dude that I helped is not the homeless dude who got eight months.
Haven't paid my student loans. Up to something like one hundred and thirty thousand. Maybe more. I literally don't have the energy to deal. Spent Thankstaking opening mail from September. Now I get it. You get swallowed by this caseload. Eat garbage because you get home so late that you're too tired to cook and there isn't any decent food around here so just get some takeout and maybe cook on the weekend but usually just end up going out because thatz more fun than cooking for myself. Stopped doing any kind of exercise, starting smoking. Maybe my fingers will be all buffed out from rolling cigs. Does anyone know how that new student loan bill works?
Love,
Me.
PS Still learning at the expense of the accused.
PSS Drug court or mental health court? Holy fucking shit is all I gotta say. The toughest decision that I can't make.
Love,
Me.
What I'm doin, gettin money, what we doin, gettin money
What dey doin, hatin on us, but dey never cross
We're gonna get ours, but you sho as hell ain't gittin yours. Layer after layer, strata of accumulated nonsense. Brushed off here, ignored there, snide comments from the judge, from the clerk, the ADA rolls her eyes, feigns concern. People are made to wait because they were less than five minutes late for community service and weren't let in. They took it upon themselves to actually do the "service" somewhere else and bring proof. But that wasn't enough. You see, you didn't obey the court. Its like not obeying a schoolyard bully. Resentenced to disorderly conduct and more community service, you walked away from the bench, snatched up the piece of paper telling you where to go and left the courtroom with an attitude. So fucking hot!! You got everyone. They all stared at you and literally gasped in amazement, "Did you see the way she grabbed that paper?!" Even the ADA approached me at the end of the night and said, "I know her, she and her friends are rowdy!" You're fucking hot and they're not. Rowdy too. Best of luck.
I have four preliminary hearings today. What is a preliminary hearing? First of all, no one calls them preliminary hearings. Everyone calls them "PHs." A preliminary hearing is scheduled after someone is charged with a felony. For the most part, I think the hearing, or H, determines whether or not someone who is charged with a felony AND is in custody, will remain in custody. Sometimes there is an offer to a misdemeanor instead of a felony. Sometimes there isn't. This is the first time for me, so I don't really know what I'm doing. If they actually happen, I'll have to ask some questions and try to lock in testimony of whoever is testimoaning. Ahhhhhhhhhh ha ha!! Testimoaning. Everyone says "testilying" but I've never heard testimoaning. I should copyright that shit.
I helped this one dude.
Watched a homeless dude get sentenced to eight months. Pretty cool. Woman with mental illness is looking at eight months. This is actually cooler than the homeless guy getting eight months. This Thursday I have a case that involves a woman with some pretty serious brain trauma. She is looking at a year. This is cooler than the homeless guy, but maybe not as cool as the woman with mental illness. Living here makes you mentally ill. This place is seriously fucked up. It ain't for me. Another dude with mental health issues wrote a letter to my supervisor and the head of the office. He doesn't like me. I was replaced. Fine. Its just that it was done without me being part of the meeting or anything. Kind of weird.
The dude that I helped is not the homeless dude who got eight months.
Haven't paid my student loans. Up to something like one hundred and thirty thousand. Maybe more. I literally don't have the energy to deal. Spent Thankstaking opening mail from September. Now I get it. You get swallowed by this caseload. Eat garbage because you get home so late that you're too tired to cook and there isn't any decent food around here so just get some takeout and maybe cook on the weekend but usually just end up going out because thatz more fun than cooking for myself. Stopped doing any kind of exercise, starting smoking. Maybe my fingers will be all buffed out from rolling cigs. Does anyone know how that new student loan bill works?
Love,
Me.
PS Still learning at the expense of the accused.
PSS Drug court or mental health court? Holy fucking shit is all I gotta say. The toughest decision that I can't make.
Love,
Me.
