Done in court for the year!
Yesterday was the first time that I have woken up late since moving here. My alarm rang and I got up to turn it off, then went to sleep again only to wake up realising it was 7:30!!! Maybe it's true that a person never changes after a certain age?
Anyway, I skipped breakfast, had a shower and rushed to get dressed. I wasn't late or anything, I had done all the prep work for my short matters a few days ago anyway, but I just didn't like the fact that I had no spare time up my sleeve.
I instructed Julia in a matter in court. Like every other barista I start off working with, I was quiet and didn't say much, which I think she found a little amusing as we sat at the bar. Some people like my style, some don't (like JBW). From what I can tell Julia seems to be that nice type of person who is very patient and polite, in a judge kinda way.
After that I had my short matters, most of them were short but then this one SLA lawyer had one where his client started crying in the box. At first I felt sympathy, then wondered if he was putting on an act, then decided he was genuine. Hmmm...the prosecutorial mind is already setting in.
I was pretty happy to have finished court, constantly looking at the calendar in my phone, mentally checking off the dates.
Just one more before I'm finished for the year!!
I spent the rest of the day very bored, preparing my short matters even though I had done so before.
I left early, having clocked just my minimum amount of seven hours of work, to find Pandy and her friend at home working on a room. I assumed she was Felicity, and I was right. Because Pandy was kinda man-ly, I always thought Felicity would be more feminine. But, looks like Pandy wears the skirt in this relationship, because Felicity was pretty damn butch.
I went out to return a video, went for a jog around the block, and then bought some Thai food for dinner.
This morning I managed to resume my normal waking hours. I saw that jogging chick. She normally wears a white shirt with black shorts, but today she was wearing purple. We crossed paths where there were some trees sticking out onto the footpath, and I sided against that in an attempt to let her pass. I think I looked up too late, because when I did, she was looking down and seemed to have a small smile on her face. My male instincts directed my eyes to her chest and I couldn't help feel a little bit more attraction. Too bad I'll be returning to Sydney soon. I wonder, if I could stay longer, whether things could progress. Or would she turn out to be some gold digging selfish bitch like nurse lady?
When I got to the office Brendan was talking to Ben outside our offices. I find that Ben is quite likeable because of his sense of humour, but I wonder if he deliberately uses it to suck up in an attempt to get ahead.
At court, I had four matters. One was as agent for the CDDP, and I really didn't want to fuck up because I knew I'd be meeting this girl when I start. The judge didn't give me what she wanted, so in one sense I did fuck up, but some people write it off as "nothing you could've done, he made up his mind".
Two matters fell through, and one went ahead. I went up against Cox's fiancee. I realised he didn't know much about the law. But then again, I reckon I was exactly like him when I was working for Nom.
At the end of it, the judge wished us both a happy and safe holiday.
Wow, can you believe it? I didn't fuck up. I didn't piss the judge off. I actually finished off the year on a good note!!!
I went back to the office, relieved that I was done in court for the year, proud that I hadn't fucked up, eager because I was looking forward to returning to Sydney, but unmotivated because I knew I'd have nothing to do in the office for the rest of the day and tomorrow.
Ben came over while I was eating lunch and had a bit of a chat about pornography on the net these days and how it was affecting men's ability to perceive and talk to women without seeing them as sex objects. I agreed with his views, but part of me wondered if he was just having a chat, or if he was going somewhere with it? Was he trying to tell me to get off the internet and actually talk to women, sensing that I was somewhat socially inept with women?
Vanessa brought her daughter to work, and had her sell these little arts and craft things which they couldn't sell at the markets. I thought that was a cheap move, but nevertheless bought one for $10 just to be a nice guy.
I left work at 4pm today, and relieved to come home finding it Pandy-less. I went out for a jog around the block again, then went to get some wicked wings and chips from KFC, then had it with canned soup at home. Mmm...yum.
My right knee is feeling a little bit sore, maybe even unstable, due to the jogging I think. I first got this feeling the day after tennis. I was talk to Anne today who said she also tore her ligaments and has had surgery. What worried me was when she said it hasn't been the same since. I have heard people saying it was better than before, but I guess there's always a risk. Question is, should I take that risk, given the current state of my knee?
Anyway, I skipped breakfast, had a shower and rushed to get dressed. I wasn't late or anything, I had done all the prep work for my short matters a few days ago anyway, but I just didn't like the fact that I had no spare time up my sleeve.
I instructed Julia in a matter in court. Like every other barista I start off working with, I was quiet and didn't say much, which I think she found a little amusing as we sat at the bar. Some people like my style, some don't (like JBW). From what I can tell Julia seems to be that nice type of person who is very patient and polite, in a judge kinda way.
After that I had my short matters, most of them were short but then this one SLA lawyer had one where his client started crying in the box. At first I felt sympathy, then wondered if he was putting on an act, then decided he was genuine. Hmmm...the prosecutorial mind is already setting in.
I was pretty happy to have finished court, constantly looking at the calendar in my phone, mentally checking off the dates.
Just one more before I'm finished for the year!!
I spent the rest of the day very bored, preparing my short matters even though I had done so before.
I left early, having clocked just my minimum amount of seven hours of work, to find Pandy and her friend at home working on a room. I assumed she was Felicity, and I was right. Because Pandy was kinda man-ly, I always thought Felicity would be more feminine. But, looks like Pandy wears the skirt in this relationship, because Felicity was pretty damn butch.
I went out to return a video, went for a jog around the block, and then bought some Thai food for dinner.
This morning I managed to resume my normal waking hours. I saw that jogging chick. She normally wears a white shirt with black shorts, but today she was wearing purple. We crossed paths where there were some trees sticking out onto the footpath, and I sided against that in an attempt to let her pass. I think I looked up too late, because when I did, she was looking down and seemed to have a small smile on her face. My male instincts directed my eyes to her chest and I couldn't help feel a little bit more attraction. Too bad I'll be returning to Sydney soon. I wonder, if I could stay longer, whether things could progress. Or would she turn out to be some gold digging selfish bitch like nurse lady?
When I got to the office Brendan was talking to Ben outside our offices. I find that Ben is quite likeable because of his sense of humour, but I wonder if he deliberately uses it to suck up in an attempt to get ahead.
At court, I had four matters. One was as agent for the CDDP, and I really didn't want to fuck up because I knew I'd be meeting this girl when I start. The judge didn't give me what she wanted, so in one sense I did fuck up, but some people write it off as "nothing you could've done, he made up his mind".
Two matters fell through, and one went ahead. I went up against Cox's fiancee. I realised he didn't know much about the law. But then again, I reckon I was exactly like him when I was working for Nom.
At the end of it, the judge wished us both a happy and safe holiday.
Wow, can you believe it? I didn't fuck up. I didn't piss the judge off. I actually finished off the year on a good note!!!
I went back to the office, relieved that I was done in court for the year, proud that I hadn't fucked up, eager because I was looking forward to returning to Sydney, but unmotivated because I knew I'd have nothing to do in the office for the rest of the day and tomorrow.
Ben came over while I was eating lunch and had a bit of a chat about pornography on the net these days and how it was affecting men's ability to perceive and talk to women without seeing them as sex objects. I agreed with his views, but part of me wondered if he was just having a chat, or if he was going somewhere with it? Was he trying to tell me to get off the internet and actually talk to women, sensing that I was somewhat socially inept with women?
Vanessa brought her daughter to work, and had her sell these little arts and craft things which they couldn't sell at the markets. I thought that was a cheap move, but nevertheless bought one for $10 just to be a nice guy.
I left work at 4pm today, and relieved to come home finding it Pandy-less. I went out for a jog around the block again, then went to get some wicked wings and chips from KFC, then had it with canned soup at home. Mmm...yum.
My right knee is feeling a little bit sore, maybe even unstable, due to the jogging I think. I first got this feeling the day after tennis. I was talk to Anne today who said she also tore her ligaments and has had surgery. What worried me was when she said it hasn't been the same since. I have heard people saying it was better than before, but I guess there's always a risk. Question is, should I take that risk, given the current state of my knee?
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