Friday, Friday, Friday in BookThree: Flight Log 2016
- Sept. 2, 2016, 2:27 p.m.
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Friday. The first Friday of the month. Since it is the first Friday of the month, do you know what that means?
No… not bring your chainsaw to work day. No, it is not Strip for Bonus Cash day either.
It is Juvenile Court Day.
I woke up an hour before my alarm went off… and my eyes are screaming. Red, bloodshot, no idea what is going on. It looked like the Terminator all morning. Get in to work, grab my stuff and head over to Juvenile Court. It is only a half day today because one of the other counties had something important scheduled for their Juvenile Court for today. But… wait… this county only gets ONE DAY a month for Juvenile matters… and you’re cutting that day in half so another county can do something? Fine, fuck it. It isn’t like the people of this county deserve to have a functioning judicial system anyway! I was talking to the Juvenile Judge, though, and told her about my application to the new job. She encouraged me saying that the office I applied to is well known for fostering and training new attorneys. Good news. If I get the job. To help with that, the Juvenile Judge told me that if I do get an interview, to drop her name and have them call her for a recommendation. Good news. FUNNY news (if inappropriate); the reason that county is looking for a new Assistant County Attorney? He broke into somebody’s house and stole their underwear. Or at least that is the story. Assistant Attorney and School Board Member Arrested; Resigns.
So I get back to work… my back is killing me, my legs are in a lot of pain (hell, my left leg has been in so much pain lately it has been hard to fall asleep) and my eyes are still very irritated. Though, hopefully, considerably less red. PHONE RINGS. Apparently, one of our “does so many drugs he’s gone totally insane” guys is back home. The mental facility we sent him turn released him after 3 days with notes saying, “His condition is entirely drug related. Take him to rehab.” And that’s it. Mother fucking broken system.
Then an attorney e-mails me. Tells me that the charges against his client are wrong. His client won’t even respond to the charges alleged. Well… I wrote down what the officers gave me. If the officers fucked up; plead not guilty. Anything else… bullshit or I don’t care.
And ultimately, that is where I am right now at 1:00 on Friday. I’m in pain, I’m tired, I don’t want to deal with the incredible abundance of this County’s bullshit. Good news, though, is one of my Best Friends In The Whole World (BFITWW) is coming for a visit this weekend. It will be unbelievably good to have a friend around here, even if only for three days. AND, Wife’s parents are swinging by here on Sunday and taking all of us out to eat. Which made Wife and I laugh. Okay… if you want to take us out to eat… and you don’t want to leave the county… the options are Convenience Store, Subway, Pizza Ranch… yeah. But it should be good. I just… yeah. I am seriously considering leaving work early today… buying energy drinks… exercising at home, taking a shower, then grabbing a brief nap before BFITWW arrives.
I do have to say right now… my “immediate wishes” are for a good weekend; that my pain (eyes, back, legs) eases off soon; and that next week I get an excellent call from the position that I applied to. That would be good.
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