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deathpixie) wrote2002-05-16 08:34 pm
deathpixie) wrote2002-05-16 08:34 pm
Bliss...
... for I have caramel tea.
*grins* My auntie Sandra and uncle Peter were visiting last night (Sandra's my Dad's little sister) and Sandy works for a company that distributes stuff for various companies, including Lipton's. And she brought up some sample stuff and Mum let me raid the tea, at least. ;) The caramel tea is heaven in a mug, I can tell you. *chuckles* I love caramel, and tea, and this has combined two wonderful things in a very good way.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yasminm, when I get back to Melbourne, I think I'll be haunting that tea shop in Brunswick Street we went into - they had caramel tea as well. ;)
Just as well I have my tea, because the last two days have not been easy work-wise. Especially today, where Murphy ruled supreme. And I don't mean the magistrate Mr Murphy, who came up from Shepparton to help out with our contests. First, when I get in, the video link isn't working. Which is bad, because we had not one, but two links - the first a three-way link between us, the County Court in Melbourne, and Port Phillip Prison. I think they managed to get it working in another courtroom, or fixed in time - I'm not sure. Any way, at around nine-thirty (court starts at ten), we get a call from Mr Hardy, our usual magistrate. His two-year old daughter is sick and they're taking her to the doctor. Which leaves us with one magistrate and a list as follows: a half-day inquest; a day-long civil contest; another smaller civil contest; half a dozen intervention orders, most of which have been taken out by the police; two people in custody; and a day-long not guilty plea. Too much work for two magistrates, and with Mr hardy's absence, we were basically screwed.
We managed to get a magistrate on holidays in the region to come in at twelve, and Mr Murphy tackled the inquest. An hour later he's done - I have no idea what happened, but it went a lot quicker than it was supposed to. We clear the weeping widow and relatives out of the court (tactfully, of course), and start on the intervention orders and the criminal cases. Thanks to the work of the prosecutor, all of the police-related orders were by consent (much faster than a contested one) and those that weren't police orders only had one party turn up. One was adjourned for an argument later. The onto the custody matters, including an amusing moment when Mr Murphy asked the defendant if he was Mr Ramierez and the man in the dock said, "No, I'm (Whatever his name was)". The custody sergeant had given the court orderly the wrong man. So back he went.
We cleared pretty much everything but the civil matter and one criminal case (the defendant disappeared and had to be tracked down) and adjourned for a quick break to find the other magistrate had arrived. Mr Murphy and I were given the day-long civil, Mr Wilson took on the smaller civil and the remaining matters from our court. Turns out the argument in the civil matter we're sitting in is pretty basic - was the car bought by the plaintiff stolen or not? Pretty easy to prove, and the defendant's solicitor didn't bother to lead evidence after the police expert had testified. Did you know there are confidential points on a car that are used to identify it? Nifty.
So, basically, after the panic and trauma of the morning, we knocked over the entire list by lunchtime. And between the two magistrates and Peter, arrangements were made for a replacement magistrate for Corryong Court tomorrow. *pouts* I don't get to go this time. Which means I'll be running Wodonga on my own. I've just realised it means I won't get a lunch break again - we're not able to close the big place down at lunchtimes. Maybe I can send the work experience student for food. ;)
So, big day. But I'm feeling pretty good - even made proper dinner, first time this week. *hides from the people* Left-over veggie soup - basically you go through the fridge and toss all those elderly vegetables into a pot with some stock and some soup mix (barley, split peas, rice, that kind of thing) and simmer until it's cooked. Good hearty stuff on a cold, windy and very wet night. I got soaked riding home, and had to have a shower to thaw out.
And now I'm off, so the Raphie-Cupcake can phone. d
*grins* My auntie Sandra and uncle Peter were visiting last night (Sandra's my Dad's little sister) and Sandy works for a company that distributes stuff for various companies, including Lipton's. And she brought up some sample stuff and Mum let me raid the tea, at least. ;) The caramel tea is heaven in a mug, I can tell you. *chuckles* I love caramel, and tea, and this has combined two wonderful things in a very good way.
yasminm, when I get back to Melbourne, I think I'll be haunting that tea shop in Brunswick Street we went into - they had caramel tea as well. ;)Just as well I have my tea, because the last two days have not been easy work-wise. Especially today, where Murphy ruled supreme. And I don't mean the magistrate Mr Murphy, who came up from Shepparton to help out with our contests. First, when I get in, the video link isn't working. Which is bad, because we had not one, but two links - the first a three-way link between us, the County Court in Melbourne, and Port Phillip Prison. I think they managed to get it working in another courtroom, or fixed in time - I'm not sure. Any way, at around nine-thirty (court starts at ten), we get a call from Mr Hardy, our usual magistrate. His two-year old daughter is sick and they're taking her to the doctor. Which leaves us with one magistrate and a list as follows: a half-day inquest; a day-long civil contest; another smaller civil contest; half a dozen intervention orders, most of which have been taken out by the police; two people in custody; and a day-long not guilty plea. Too much work for two magistrates, and with Mr hardy's absence, we were basically screwed.
We managed to get a magistrate on holidays in the region to come in at twelve, and Mr Murphy tackled the inquest. An hour later he's done - I have no idea what happened, but it went a lot quicker than it was supposed to. We clear the weeping widow and relatives out of the court (tactfully, of course), and start on the intervention orders and the criminal cases. Thanks to the work of the prosecutor, all of the police-related orders were by consent (much faster than a contested one) and those that weren't police orders only had one party turn up. One was adjourned for an argument later. The onto the custody matters, including an amusing moment when Mr Murphy asked the defendant if he was Mr Ramierez and the man in the dock said, "No, I'm (Whatever his name was)". The custody sergeant had given the court orderly the wrong man. So back he went.
We cleared pretty much everything but the civil matter and one criminal case (the defendant disappeared and had to be tracked down) and adjourned for a quick break to find the other magistrate had arrived. Mr Murphy and I were given the day-long civil, Mr Wilson took on the smaller civil and the remaining matters from our court. Turns out the argument in the civil matter we're sitting in is pretty basic - was the car bought by the plaintiff stolen or not? Pretty easy to prove, and the defendant's solicitor didn't bother to lead evidence after the police expert had testified. Did you know there are confidential points on a car that are used to identify it? Nifty.
So, basically, after the panic and trauma of the morning, we knocked over the entire list by lunchtime. And between the two magistrates and Peter, arrangements were made for a replacement magistrate for Corryong Court tomorrow. *pouts* I don't get to go this time. Which means I'll be running Wodonga on my own. I've just realised it means I won't get a lunch break again - we're not able to close the big place down at lunchtimes. Maybe I can send the work experience student for food. ;)
So, big day. But I'm feeling pretty good - even made proper dinner, first time this week. *hides from the people* Left-over veggie soup - basically you go through the fridge and toss all those elderly vegetables into a pot with some stock and some soup mix (barley, split peas, rice, that kind of thing) and simmer until it's cooked. Good hearty stuff on a cold, windy and very wet night. I got soaked riding home, and had to have a shower to thaw out.
And now I'm off, so the Raphie-Cupcake can phone. d