Fry's Day in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

It is Friday. The first Friday of the month. I expect this day… to blow. To blow hard.

Got into work early just so I could gather my thoughts and paperwork before I tackle my 13 Juvenile Cases today. And I plan on coming in to work tomorrow after mowing and cooking because… well… I would REALLY like to start implementing some of my ideas around here.

JUST got back from court. The time is approximately 2:05 pm. NOT bad. Really. I got my ass handed to me a bunch because there is shit I didn’t do. And yes, a lot of it is shit I didn’t know that I needed to do. So… that’s how I learn. THE BIGGER PROBLEM/ELEMENT: I don’t deal well with humiliation and failure. It isn’t exactly motivating. So I really need to force myself to use this and learn from it.
The really awesome thing, though, as I often say… Juvenile Court Day means there are at least 6 more lawyers in town. So the population increases by almost a percent, and the education level of the population skyrockets. Largely, I’m happy to talk to lawyers. I am. Especially if they aren’t severely up their own ass. And in order to be a lawyer in this tiny ass area… considering most of the lawyers have to drive an HOUR to get here anyway… there’s no room for hostility. So.. yeah. Instead of spending a day in my office alone… or talking to one person in this office (whose child’s child’s baby daddy is an ass).... I got to speak with attorneys that know the area, that have worked in other places, whose lives involve more than… well… this shithole! And… nicely… people who know my Boss. And have begged me not to do business like her. Yeah. I know. She’s a mess. So… that actually is a huge highlight of my day. SPEAKING WITH OTHER PEOPLE. I’m the guy who used to think “I’m probably an introvert. I’m definitely an Ambivert because I benefit largely from some introverted characteristics… but… I’m very rapidly seeing that… yeah, AMBIVERT is more me than INtrovert… because this lack of people and conversation drives me right up the fucking wall.

That being said… after all the court and everything… I’d really like to just go home right now. I would. I know it is only (now) 2:30 (don’t worry, I’m not THAT slow at typing… while writing this I’ve already responded to 4 e-mails, used the toilet, closed a criminal case, had a phone conversation with someone who CLEARLY needs to up their dosage or stop doing drugs)… so I know it is only 2:30 but yeah. Just want to not have to work the rest of the day, lol. But that impulse is strange at the moment. Because when I go home… I have to work out. HAVE TO. Promised myself. After the workout… yeah, then relaxation. Or my version of it. But Saturday certainly won’t be a chill day. Mow, Cook, and time at the Office. But… that is where I’m weird. Like… seriously weird. You know how I don’t like how dead this place is? Well… even though this office is dead… it still isn’t DEAD. Like… there’s one other person here… which is one too many. lol. Thus my confusion. Give me an office with 339 people in it… I’m fine. Give me an office with nobody in it… I’ll be fine for the most part, a little buggy but productive. Give me an office with less than 3? I get twitchy. It is small enough that they can hear every key tap, every chair wheel sound, everything. And considering my predecessor’s reputation? They do actually listen. So… yeah. Coming in on Saturday to try to figure out what I’ve really fucked up and try to fix it? Just makes me a bit more comfortable.

Ah well. Such is life. Speaking of life… how’s this for a Parable About my Shitty County....
after lunch today; the Judge looked at her chair, looked back at me and said “Mr. Nashton… after court today, I want you to march down to the clerk and tell her the plaster is coming down from the ceiling. My chair is covered in it.” So… when I got to my office, I e-mailed the clerk a maintenance request saying that it came from the Judge. The response I was sent? “The plaster has been coming down for years!! The county can’t figure out how or from where… the building is only 93 years old. The judge would be shocked to see the big hole we had in the Magistrate’s bathroom for about 5 yrs!!!! Til the ceiling fell down in the court room and forced the county to figure out what was going on. It’s not that we haven’t had a plumber and masonry person look into it.”

So… that’s where I work. But here’s the thing… the discussion I had with the lawyers today? It really proved that this place is desperate for lawyers. DESPERATE. And they kept saying, “Not that we wouldn’t love to work with you as a prosecutor; but the private lawyers association is a lot more… friendly.” I believe that! All the lawyers around here know each other, know each other’s kids, have conversations and hang out. Meanwhile… I can’t get the only other prosecutor in this county to have a rational, decent conversation with me. So… yeah. This place is desperate for lawyers, there is legitimate money to be made doing private work, it would free me up to go for a judgeship if I really wanted one… something to consider. But I know that definitely for my wife (and in a lot of ways for me) staying around here would be awful.

RANDOM TID BIT:
Apparently, my maternal grandfather (who passed in 2002) and I share the interesting, if convoluted, hobby of extrapolating word’s meanings and temporal concepts. I’ve started to say something he (allegedly) used to say. Our birthdays mark the END of our year. Because our first birthday is counted as a ZERO. Thus, the birthDAY is an anniversary of our birth. For example, when you turn ONE that is the beginning of your second year on earth. It is the end of your first year on earth. So you are ONE years old (having been on the earth for one year) but you are starting your second year of life. As we progress that to later years… I have celebrated my 32nd birthday but this is NOT my 32nd year. This is my 33rd year. I turned 32, having the 32nd anniversary of my birth, which means that this is the (counting days from my birthday) almost 100th day of my 33rd year. Yeah… this is what my brain does for fun.

DIRECTED TID BIT:
I haven’t seen Suicide Squad. There is no way in hell this county is going to be getting that movie. HOWEVER… I wasn’t going to see it anyway. Yell at me all you like… but Zack Snyder made an almost acceptable “Watchmen” and everything after that has gotten worse and worse and worse and worse. Margot Robbie is not my Harley Quinn. As Margot’s character bears no personality resemblance to the character. Will Smith (by all appearances) does a mildly acceptably Floyd Lawton; but Deadshot is supposed to be a little over the top and egocentric. Jared Leto’s Joker? I’m the guy who said Heath Ledger’s was good but not enough. And you bring in Thirty Seconds To Mars… give him plated teeth and tattoos… and call that Joker?! You do realize if The Joker really existed… and saw what you did to his image… he’d kidnap, torture, and murder everyone in this film. And he’d do it out of rage. So… I wasn’t planning on seeing the film. BUT I saw Katana. I was first introduced to the character by The New 52 and I loved this character!! Seriously… ate up all of her books. She was my favorite “discovery” even though, technically, the character first came out in The Brave And The Bold #200 in 1983. Thus, her introduction predates Dick Grayson’s first appearance as Nightwing (which happened in 1984). BUT… I loved Katana in The New 52 and her inclusion on all of the Suicide Squad marketing had me interested. And yet… it comes out that she is largely ignored in the movie. So… the one, small, splinter of a reason to maybe see the movie… and NOPE. Not gonna do it now for sure!

SPEAKING of movies… Cracked.com today with an article on why The Blockbuster Bubble might burst in 2018. ARTICLE LINK HERE.

That being said… there is a movie I dearly hope comes to this county at some point because I would love to see it. I’ve been excited about this movie since I saw the first trailer over a year ago: Kubo and the Two Strings.

All that being said, as is becoming obvious to people who try to read me every day… I like to write. I love to write. Even when I don’t have anything particularly interesting to say. I just… write and write and write. So… what if I ever wanted to write a screen play? Could be fun. Could be worthwhile. Could be a terrible fucking abortion like The Room. So… Cracked.com Readers have some suggestions.