My first week at work
So I've made it. It wasn't that tough at work, but it sure was tough last night.
Anyway, so during the week I've mainly just been following Ben and Karen to court. I find a bit of an affinity for Karen, secretly because she's kinda sexy in that mature conservative way, but overtly because she kinda reminds me of Colette at Coke. It made me wonder where I would be today if I had stayed at Coke.
I find that Karen tends to have no hesitation in using me as a para, not that I have a problem with it, but it was interesting to note. Remember how I asked if Ben was my new DC? Well I figured out that he's my new Mis. He's taken me under his wings, sometimes he'll come over and ask if I know about a particular case and then tell me about it, or he'll give me a few practical pointers. But he's Mis, and not DC, because he still maintains that working relationship line, and doesn't make it feel like as if he's wanting to be friends.
Oh, and I also got a call during the week from the CDDP, asking for my permission for them to check my referees. Of course, I said yes. But it made me think about what I would do if they offered me a job. The pro of it would be that it's a two year contract and it'd be back home. The con of it would be that it's less money and I'd piss everyone here off. I found out that I was this office's first external recruitment. They normally have people transfer internally to this place, so it's been a lot of effort from them to train me. I really appreciate Cole and Amy for showing me the ropes on the computer system.
Yesterday Brendan had this long talk with me, which I took to be some sort of "welcome to the office" speech. You know how you hear of coaches and managers meeting up with NBA players to try to persuade them to stay or come to their team? I felt like the player in that situation. Apart from actually inking a new contract extension, he gave every hint that I was there for the long haul. He talked about moving up the ladder, there and in the city, about how people haven't left since they've arrived, and about how fast I'd develop my skills there (in comparison to city people). Now imagine if I left after a few months?!
Yesterday was also probably consciously my first change into a prosecutor's mindset. I was watching Karen's sentencing matter about how these kids had kidnapped the wrong person and beat him up for about 20 minutes. EVerytime there was mention about how serious the offence was, the family in the courtroom would shake their head as if it was wrong, and everytime there was talk about how good these kids were, they'd shake their head as if it was right. I mean, come on, your kids kidnapped and bashed someone up, can't you see that?
Anyway, so after work last night, I decided to go have a bit of fun. I haven't gambled since 17 September I think, and I haven't gone whoring since about that time either. So I looked up some of the personals in the local paper and made some calls. Most calls went either unanswered or didn't get through because it was off. But after some research on the net (which showed there is barely any of that stuff here), I found a few places which I drove to.
The first place was quite far away, and I was introduced to four ladies. They all looked drug fucked, so that was the end of that. I still remember the image of the last girl, a blonde, who had so much powder on her face I nearly threw up looking at her as she held my hand. I was so glad I mustered up the confidence to say no and walk out.
The second place I went to was a little bit better. The first girl was a tall brunette with short hair. She did appeal to me at first, but then I looked at all those earrings on her ears and told myself no. The rest of the girls were pretty bad too, so I used an excuse saying I was looking for an Asian girl and left.
I went to get some Hungry Jack's and returned home to eat it while watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. After eating, I got the exploration urge again and decided to go check out a few more places I had found on the net. I went driving around looking for a couple but didn't find them. They seemed to be either industrial or residential. I decided to call it a night and when I was trying to reverse my way into the backyard, I knew I was too close to the edge but stupid, STUPIDLY, kept on going, and then WHAM!
My wheel got stuck in the gutter. It was actually airborne, so no matter what I did I couldn't get it out. I was in deep shit. It was dark. It was wet. It was dirty. I tried to get a log (and remember, I am still in my work clothes) to stick it under the wheel, but there was too much water there and I couldn't see how deep it was.
I called NRMA, and they said they'd be around in 30-40 minutes. I did have a few urges to try to fix it myself, like stupidly, STUPIDLY, trying to lift and push the car myself (no, you're not that strong). Surprisingly they came rather quickly, in like 15-20 minutes. I thanked the guy for coming and showed him the problem. After having a look at it I could see him trying to figure this one out. It was in a pretty tight lane so that made things even harder. I guess this was kinda the fun part of his job, the challenge of solving problems.
He said he would reverse his car from the other end and then try to drag my car out. It sounded good to me, but I had a bit of fear that he might pull my bumper off. Who cares, I thought, the most important thing was getting your car out, not alarming the neighbours and having them tell Pandy what a tool you were.
The strategy actually worked. I couldn't believe it. It made so much sense, was so logical, but I still couldn't believe it. I thanked the guy a million times, asked to shake his hand, and he seemed a bit humble. I thanked him again as he left. I wonder, was it bad of me not to give him a tip? I would've, but I didn't know if it was appropriate for him. Man, he was my life saver. I will try to remember his face forever. He kinda looked like that guy with brown hair in Dawson's Creek if I remember correctly.
I was sooooo glad I could just go inside, change and fall asleep on my bed. Nightmare over.
Anyway, so during the week I've mainly just been following Ben and Karen to court. I find a bit of an affinity for Karen, secretly because she's kinda sexy in that mature conservative way, but overtly because she kinda reminds me of Colette at Coke. It made me wonder where I would be today if I had stayed at Coke.
I find that Karen tends to have no hesitation in using me as a para, not that I have a problem with it, but it was interesting to note. Remember how I asked if Ben was my new DC? Well I figured out that he's my new Mis. He's taken me under his wings, sometimes he'll come over and ask if I know about a particular case and then tell me about it, or he'll give me a few practical pointers. But he's Mis, and not DC, because he still maintains that working relationship line, and doesn't make it feel like as if he's wanting to be friends.
Oh, and I also got a call during the week from the CDDP, asking for my permission for them to check my referees. Of course, I said yes. But it made me think about what I would do if they offered me a job. The pro of it would be that it's a two year contract and it'd be back home. The con of it would be that it's less money and I'd piss everyone here off. I found out that I was this office's first external recruitment. They normally have people transfer internally to this place, so it's been a lot of effort from them to train me. I really appreciate Cole and Amy for showing me the ropes on the computer system.
Yesterday Brendan had this long talk with me, which I took to be some sort of "welcome to the office" speech. You know how you hear of coaches and managers meeting up with NBA players to try to persuade them to stay or come to their team? I felt like the player in that situation. Apart from actually inking a new contract extension, he gave every hint that I was there for the long haul. He talked about moving up the ladder, there and in the city, about how people haven't left since they've arrived, and about how fast I'd develop my skills there (in comparison to city people). Now imagine if I left after a few months?!
Yesterday was also probably consciously my first change into a prosecutor's mindset. I was watching Karen's sentencing matter about how these kids had kidnapped the wrong person and beat him up for about 20 minutes. EVerytime there was mention about how serious the offence was, the family in the courtroom would shake their head as if it was wrong, and everytime there was talk about how good these kids were, they'd shake their head as if it was right. I mean, come on, your kids kidnapped and bashed someone up, can't you see that?
Anyway, so after work last night, I decided to go have a bit of fun. I haven't gambled since 17 September I think, and I haven't gone whoring since about that time either. So I looked up some of the personals in the local paper and made some calls. Most calls went either unanswered or didn't get through because it was off. But after some research on the net (which showed there is barely any of that stuff here), I found a few places which I drove to.
The first place was quite far away, and I was introduced to four ladies. They all looked drug fucked, so that was the end of that. I still remember the image of the last girl, a blonde, who had so much powder on her face I nearly threw up looking at her as she held my hand. I was so glad I mustered up the confidence to say no and walk out.
The second place I went to was a little bit better. The first girl was a tall brunette with short hair. She did appeal to me at first, but then I looked at all those earrings on her ears and told myself no. The rest of the girls were pretty bad too, so I used an excuse saying I was looking for an Asian girl and left.
I went to get some Hungry Jack's and returned home to eat it while watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. After eating, I got the exploration urge again and decided to go check out a few more places I had found on the net. I went driving around looking for a couple but didn't find them. They seemed to be either industrial or residential. I decided to call it a night and when I was trying to reverse my way into the backyard, I knew I was too close to the edge but stupid, STUPIDLY, kept on going, and then WHAM!
My wheel got stuck in the gutter. It was actually airborne, so no matter what I did I couldn't get it out. I was in deep shit. It was dark. It was wet. It was dirty. I tried to get a log (and remember, I am still in my work clothes) to stick it under the wheel, but there was too much water there and I couldn't see how deep it was.
I called NRMA, and they said they'd be around in 30-40 minutes. I did have a few urges to try to fix it myself, like stupidly, STUPIDLY, trying to lift and push the car myself (no, you're not that strong). Surprisingly they came rather quickly, in like 15-20 minutes. I thanked the guy for coming and showed him the problem. After having a look at it I could see him trying to figure this one out. It was in a pretty tight lane so that made things even harder. I guess this was kinda the fun part of his job, the challenge of solving problems.
He said he would reverse his car from the other end and then try to drag my car out. It sounded good to me, but I had a bit of fear that he might pull my bumper off. Who cares, I thought, the most important thing was getting your car out, not alarming the neighbours and having them tell Pandy what a tool you were.
The strategy actually worked. I couldn't believe it. It made so much sense, was so logical, but I still couldn't believe it. I thanked the guy a million times, asked to shake his hand, and he seemed a bit humble. I thanked him again as he left. I wonder, was it bad of me not to give him a tip? I would've, but I didn't know if it was appropriate for him. Man, he was my life saver. I will try to remember his face forever. He kinda looked like that guy with brown hair in Dawson's Creek if I remember correctly.
I was sooooo glad I could just go inside, change and fall asleep on my bed. Nightmare over.
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