Be careful what you wish for...
May. 30th, 2002 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieI swear, one of these days I'm going to learn not to tempt fate.
This morning, skimming through LJs as I do to get my brain in work-order, I came across![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nute's post about his typically Matt court appearance as a witness. And I made a joke about wanting my cases to be like his, because it would keep me awake. Well, got my wish.
Today was intervvention order day - the day the people with grievances against other people come to have their matters heard. We had one particular fmaily - the Wileys - summonsed in yet again as another person wanted another order. Mum didn't show, but the two daughters did, including the elder one with the anger management problem - we have her coming to court next month for attacking someone with a cricket bat. Any way, all parties are waiting in the foyer, and an altercation breaks out. This is early, like 9.30 in the morning, before our court security person has come over from the police station. Peter, my boss, is down that way talking to one of the solicitors, as is the police prosecutor. They intervene, telling the elder Wiley girl, Kasey, to pull her head in. She goes berserk, storms up the hallway towards the counter, where I am. She's swearing and carrying on, so I say something - can't remember what exactly - and she grabs this chair we use to stop people walking into the glass supporting wall near the doors and whirls round with it up over her head and takes a few steps towards me. I step back, thinking I'm about to get a chair thrown at me, but she flings it down on the floor instead and storms out, promptly into the arms of the other girl, the one who wants the order, her boyfriend. By now the rest of the Wiley entourage has joined them and there's a lot of pushing and shoving and shouting going on. Pete and Tony (the prosecutor) arrive on the scene just as Paula and I are calling the station next door for back up, and try to calm things down. The boyfriend of the applicant apparently has a problem with police and got into Tony's face abusing him, so Tony arrested him. he went nuts, and it took Tony and Pete to wrestle him down onto the ground in front of the court. Pete's sitting on this guy's legs and Tony is holding his arms, and finally about four cops come charging in and take over. Mind you, Pete's not a cop. He's not supposed to do this kind of thing, but Tony needed help.
Meanwhile, the bloke's girlfriend is in the foyer, petrified out of her wits, so I stick her in a spare interview room out of sight of the Wileys and direct the gaping onlookers back up to the waiting area - audiences only tend to stir people up more. Eventually things calmed down long enough to get court started - about an hour late - and I bounced between two magistrates. I managed perhaps half an hour for lunch, before going back in, and by the end of the day I was stuffed.
So, tonight was pamper self night. I would have dropped in on the parents on the way home, only my front light battery had been left on and was flat, so I didn't want to ride too much in the dark. I stopped at the nearby shop and did the bad food thing - fish and chips (and salad!), and after dinner ran a lovely hot bubble bath, had a glass of Kaluha and milk, and then got a call from Mel. So, this evening was very nice and restful.
Tell you what tho', I'm going to watch what I say from now on - that newbie writer of mine has an evil sense of humour.
This morning, skimming through LJs as I do to get my brain in work-order, I came across
nute's post about his typically Matt court appearance as a witness. And I made a joke about wanting my cases to be like his, because it would keep me awake. Well, got my wish. Today was intervvention order day - the day the people with grievances against other people come to have their matters heard. We had one particular fmaily - the Wileys - summonsed in yet again as another person wanted another order. Mum didn't show, but the two daughters did, including the elder one with the anger management problem - we have her coming to court next month for attacking someone with a cricket bat. Any way, all parties are waiting in the foyer, and an altercation breaks out. This is early, like 9.30 in the morning, before our court security person has come over from the police station. Peter, my boss, is down that way talking to one of the solicitors, as is the police prosecutor. They intervene, telling the elder Wiley girl, Kasey, to pull her head in. She goes berserk, storms up the hallway towards the counter, where I am. She's swearing and carrying on, so I say something - can't remember what exactly - and she grabs this chair we use to stop people walking into the glass supporting wall near the doors and whirls round with it up over her head and takes a few steps towards me. I step back, thinking I'm about to get a chair thrown at me, but she flings it down on the floor instead and storms out, promptly into the arms of the other girl, the one who wants the order, her boyfriend. By now the rest of the Wiley entourage has joined them and there's a lot of pushing and shoving and shouting going on. Pete and Tony (the prosecutor) arrive on the scene just as Paula and I are calling the station next door for back up, and try to calm things down. The boyfriend of the applicant apparently has a problem with police and got into Tony's face abusing him, so Tony arrested him. he went nuts, and it took Tony and Pete to wrestle him down onto the ground in front of the court. Pete's sitting on this guy's legs and Tony is holding his arms, and finally about four cops come charging in and take over. Mind you, Pete's not a cop. He's not supposed to do this kind of thing, but Tony needed help.
Meanwhile, the bloke's girlfriend is in the foyer, petrified out of her wits, so I stick her in a spare interview room out of sight of the Wileys and direct the gaping onlookers back up to the waiting area - audiences only tend to stir people up more. Eventually things calmed down long enough to get court started - about an hour late - and I bounced between two magistrates. I managed perhaps half an hour for lunch, before going back in, and by the end of the day I was stuffed.
So, tonight was pamper self night. I would have dropped in on the parents on the way home, only my front light battery had been left on and was flat, so I didn't want to ride too much in the dark. I stopped at the nearby shop and did the bad food thing - fish and chips (and salad!), and after dinner ran a lovely hot bubble bath, had a glass of Kaluha and milk, and then got a call from Mel. So, this evening was very nice and restful.
Tell you what tho', I'm going to watch what I say from now on - that newbie writer of mine has an evil sense of humour.
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Date: 2002-05-30 05:19 am (UTC)I'm assuming that I'm the newbie writer. I just got inspired. And I'll write the rest of it tommorow, because it's *late* right now.
-Bounce. :)
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Date: 2002-06-02 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-30 11:10 pm (UTC)