P.R.F. Prosebox 8/7/2019 in Book Six: Trying to Hold On 2019

Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening; you’re joining us here at P.R.F. Prosebox this entry being put forth on Wednesday, August Seventh, Two Thousand Nineteen. This morning started off for me with one of the worst nightmares I’ve experienced in years. I apologize for describing it, I know many people don’t care to read other’s dreams but… this wasn’t abstract so that may help.

Dream
I was back in Des Moines working at the Telemarketing Building. In real life, I was a telemarketer for 3 months selling batteries by phone. I hated it and often have nightmares that I have to return to that line of work. But this was worse. I didn’t have to return to the battery sales division; I had to return to Telemarketing and work in medical supply sales. So I was calling the elderly, the disabled, and the sick trying to sell them on “Are you paying too much?” (Obviously) “Then join our Speedy Delivery Low Cost Health Market!” (Which had an escalating pay scale so your drugs were dirt cheap on day 1 but expensive as fuck on day 90). I hated it. And even worse? Chinese Boss was running the damned thing! SO… I was doing telemarketing again (nightmare) working for Chinese Boss again (nightmare)! At the end of the day, I was told that Vizsla was furious with me because my call count was too low. But before I could duck out, Chinese Boss cornered me to scream at me about my car accident. I was very confused. It was (a) my personal car that had been hit; (b) insurance had already taken care of it 11 months prior; (c) and it had NOTHING to do with work. But Chinese Boss kept demanding that I contact the bank so the bank could prove I received money from the Insurance Company. I had to sit there and try to explain to her that the Insurance Company paid the Auto Shop directly and I didn’t get any money from them directly. This set her off, because she was furious that I hadn’t sued over the accident. I fought back saying that my accident hadn’t impacted work at all and I was still driving to work in the same vehicle, so why the hell was she on my case?! She told me to leave the office but make sure I came in an hour early the next day “because she said so.” I was walking to my car in the multi-tiered parking ramp when I saw Thompson getting into her car. I shouted her name and waved at her, but waved too enthusiastically (it seems) as I fell from the stairs into the bushes a flight below. And that’s when I woke up.
Dream Over

Likely, hopefully, the dream doesn’t really mean anything. But I do find it funny that Thompson would pop up randomly in that nightmare as today truthfully is her 35th birthday.

At work… it started with its usual depressing bang for humanity. August 5th: A woman calls the cops as her husband is slapping her around and strangling her to the point of near-blackout. August 7th: She delivers a letter addressed to the judge begging for the case to be dismissed and the no contact order to be dropped because “he’s no threat to me.”
I know I deal with this exact same shit every week but ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! He’s strangling you to the point where you feel you need to call the police. The police arrive, possibly saving your life. You “sleep on it” for 48 hours and think “He needs to come home right away!” NO! Let’s take this from both possibilities.
Possibility 1: Victim made up the whole story because she was mad at her man.
Result: If you get so mad at your man that you concoct a story THIS serious; then you don’t need your man, you need therapy. And he certainly shouldn’t go back to you if you pull this kind of shit!
Possibility 2: Victim genuinely experienced what is in the report.
Result: If your man starts slapping you around, you should get pissed. MAYBE, maybe, you call the cops and change your mind. But if your man is CHOKING YOU to the point where you almost pass out? Nu-uh. Have some fucking self respect. If your airway is being intentionally obstructed, that isn’t “my man lost his temper” that is “my man could conceivably kill me” and you need to protect yourself and (if applicable) you need to protect your kids!

I acknowledge that I went through my own abusive and toxic relationship. But the moment it turned “draws blood, pulls knife, attempts serious bodily harm” that was enough to shake me out of my comfort zone to say, “This is unacceptable.” I get that everyone’s circumstances are different but… damn. If you can go from “my husband is absolutely throttling me” to “he needs to come home right away” within 48 hours? I severely want to get you into Domestic Violence Counseling!! But, for those of you wondering, I’m not allowed to do that. The victim is, technically, not considered “a party” to the case, so the only individual I have any “legal control” over is the Defendant.
Just… grugh. I deal with plenty of victims as a Special Victims Prosecutor. And the people that voluntarily keep going back to being victims (and then keep showing up on my docket) do frustrate me. I have a woman who, same boyfriend each time, is listed as a Victim in 13 different domestic assaults in the last 2 years. That’s almost 1 per month! RARGH!

Sharing this here because that is just a beautiful thing! Carrie had died, her dog was missing her, and he recognized the voice of his lost loved one.

At present my day looks to be… interesting.

My hearings I thought were today are tomorrow. So tomorrow is the busy court day.
Today? I’ll be doing scheduling, getting my organizing taken care of.... can’t clean my office the way I wanted because I didn’t bring what I was planning on bringing tomorrow to clean. I do have a Victim Meeting this afternoon. And as my boss will be in trial next week, it looks like I’m going to REALLY need to figure out some of his cases as I’ll be covering for him in things like Suppression Hearings and more! But yeah. My day is going to be… mostly looking to the immediate future.