My first proper sev appeal

Yesterday I had another sev appeal. As Ben and I were walking towards the courtroom, the lawyer in my matter told me he was "going to pull it". I almost couldn't believe it. Two in a row.

When the matter was mentioned, the judge said something like "I don't know how you do it Mr [insert surname here]", and I said "beginner's luck", lol.

But despite how easy that was, I still managed to fuck up. The judge asked me if there was a stay. I panicked, looked at the wrong part of the document and said no. The judge began to say something before I found the correct part and corrected myself. I really should just calm down and take the time to check properly. Now he knows I might just say anything to get rid of something. God, felt so bad.

I also managed to get the papers to Simon J. I went to his courtroom and everything was in session. I sat at the back, and then walked out. I saw the cofficer walk out and thought about asking her to pass it on when she came back, but she took too long so I went back in. This time I sat in the front row, trying to get as close as possible to that guy on the side who I was pretty sure worked for Simon J.

I kept looking over at him to try to get his attention. After a while he finally felt someone looking at him and looked at me. I gestured for him to come over, but the fuckwit instead gestured for me to go over. Fukcing idiot. The last thing I wanted was for Mud to see me, and for the judge to see someone from the DDP giving the defence some papers. I went over and asked if he was with Simon J, and gave him the papers to give to him. Simon J had turned around by now and smiled at me.

I better not fucking see this guy in court because I'm going to hammer him for what he did.

I spent the rest of the day sitting in the office worrying if Mud had seen me. I could just see her storming up to me and asking me what it was that I gave to them. It wouldn't look good, no matter how I tried to explain it. I never saw her come into the office, but by the end of the day I figured she had come in because I saw Simon J outside at the lift when I went to get a gummi bear. Looks like it was mission accomplished. Never doing that shit again.

After work I went to rent some videos, and as I was driving out of my street, I looked right and left and saw no cars, so slowly proceeded because of all the little rocks that's there at the corner, and as I was going out this ute came from the right and the driver looked at me like I was an idiot for not seeing him. God, that really downed my confidence. I couldn't do a simple mention, and now I couldn't drive. I seem to fuck everything up.

I used a coupon to rent Wolverine, and three other weekly movies for $8. I then went to the shopping centre to get a mop so I could clean the floor, and also bought a black tie for $20 from K-Mart. I know I told myself I would only buy perishables up here, but I have been looking for a tie like that for a while, and in the past I've almost always regretted not buying it when I wanted it again.

I got some takeaway from the Chinese restaurant near me. There was a dark blonde girl working, and she started chatting to me while I was waiting. At first I was tempted to think she may have been trying to chat me up, but then I started questioning her age. She seemed a little young, maybe under 18, and then I just told myself she was being friendly. She wasn't the brightest star, giving me the wrong food and making me walk back to return it just after I reached home. But while I was talking to her, I felt that I wouldn't mind the companionship of such a person.

I only ate half the food because there was so much, and didn't even finish the movie because I wanted to get some sleep.

Today I had my third sev appeal. No way this was going to fall through, right?

I actually felt a bit sorry for the kid. He's a law student, no record, and must've just gotten some drugs off some friends at a festival. And now he wants a clean record so he can become a lawyer. I had decided I wasn't going to push too hard, not only because I felt sorry for him, but also because I didn't deem it as very serious.

His barista called him to give evidence, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Oh god, don't cry!

And then I cross-examined him. All of a sudden I felt like RB.

"You said you made some enquiries with the [insert authority here] is that correct?"

"Yes"

"And as a result of those enquiries, you were told something along the lines of that it would definitely not look good?"

"Yes, but that it was still possible"

Oh god, why did you say that.

"So you agree with me that it's still possible to become a lawyer in QLD notwithstanding this conviction?"

"Yes"

I sat down.

When asked for subs, I said I didn't wish to be heard.

The judge didn't give it to him. I wonder what role, if any, I had in influencing that decision. I really did feel sorry for the kid. His parents were crying.

Had I just ruined someone's future career?

I didn't feel good about myself at all. I wanted to call Bush and ask her if this was how she felt, and if she enjoyed her job. Really, you gotta be some sort of sicko to enjoy this.

Ben was calling me the terminator, as he had seen me cross-examine and also because I was now technically 3/3.

I spent the rest of the day reading stuff and making phone calls, only to be thrown a large file at nearly 4pm by the secretary saying it was for Monday and she had no idea why it was listed for Monday. Great.

I came home, eager to mop the floor, probably because I was eager to please and show that I was a good tenant. I used my new mop and dipped it in a bucket of water and detergent, and then started on the whole house. After that I started mopping with clean water, and then started drying. It was only then that I decided to google mopping floors, and found out that WATER AND WOOD DON'T MIX!!!

You should've fucking known this from basketball all these years, how water creates a lump on the court. And now I'm desperately trying to dry the damn floors with the fan and windows open. There is already a small lump in the middle of the lounge. Fucking hell. I just hope Pandy doesn't notice it, and more importantly, that it doesn't get worse.

Speaking of Pandy, she had written me a note on Wednesday, and among other things, asked if I wanted fly screens. I sent an email saying not really, but I wouldn't mind it either. I feared she may have been doing it out of a crush on me, but if not, I didn't want the situation where five months from now I decide not to re-new the lease and she says "oh but I did x and y for you". Anyway, she replies yesterday by email, and says she will be over more next week to water the plants, and might stay over one night.

WTF feeling rising...

Then she says that maybe we can even have a camp fire with a few beers.

F.........