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deathpixieToday was... okay. Not good, but not bad either. Just okay. Work was long - we were way overbooked again, and Mr Docking did his best but we were overwhelmed by the sheer amount of work required. We had to adjourn off the civil contest yet again, but at least Paula's made a note in the diary that that dayisn't to have anything else listed with it. A lot of hassle for an argument over rent and a lease.
Also had yet another visit from Annette Geary, who is possibly one of the most annoying young women I've ever come into contact with. She was defending a wilful damage charge - she was accused of scratching another girl's car with a screwdriver. Mr Docking found her guilty, and then dropped the bombshell - he was considering some form of imprisonment for the sentence. Not neccessarily to be served inside, but it would mean a conviction against her, even if it was served in the community. Annette freaked, threw the most impressive tantrum I've seen outside of a kindergarten, and actually stormed off - I had to send the police after her, as she was technically in custody, having not been sentenced yet. I still don't know the end result; Peter sent me home at 4.30, considering I'd already done a half hour of (unpaid) overtime, as well as the twenty minutes I'd missed from lunch. And, joy of joys, she's back again on the 19th, for an obscene language charge and an intervention order application against one of the witnesses in today's case - a former "best friend" who gave evidence against her.
The magistrate and I were talking about how people don't seem to realise that if they project an unpleasant front to the world, then they're going to be treated badly. Annette probably has had cause to be angry and defensive, but she's only digging herself a deeper hole by being such a bitch to everyone. When she came in to apply for the intervention order, she treated us like we were scum. So of course, we did only the minimum amount of work required to deal with her. I have no problem putting myself out for people - the time I asked the Salvation Army court liason person to sort out the property of a bloke who'd just gone inside comes to mind - but not if they're going to go out of their way to be unpleasant to me.
It reminds me of something Meng, one of my karate instructors, used to say to me: if you project a calm and serene attitude to the world, you find the world a more calm and serene place. A Buddhist version of "what goes around, comes around". Certainly Meng is one of the most 'together' people I know; I don't think I've ever seen him lose his temper or heard him raise his voice. He's one of myyrole models - except for the habit of getting up at 4.30 every morning, that is. I learned very quickly not to share a room with Meng during camp. :P
BRM's on the phone at the moment to Paul, a friend of ours from university. It was his wedding that we went to in Vietnam in October 1999, and BRM decided to track him down tonight as we hadn't heard from him and his wife since Christmas. Turns out they're in Malaysia now, and they've had a baby, Liem Connor.
*blushes* I can't believe it, he's telling Paul about my fanfic writing. Looks like I've been outed.
Actually, it's great that BRM tracked Paul down. He's a great guy. And last week I got email from Alex, who used to date Paul when we were in uni. Alex was my best friend in college - I actually found a photo of us at a college function yesterday, scary stuff. Looks like my past isn't as dead as I thought it was. *beams*
Two more sleeps until Yasmin gets here, three until Raph does. BRM's actually going up to Sydney with Greta this weekend, so Raph won't have to restrain herself from smacking him. *winks*
Also had yet another visit from Annette Geary, who is possibly one of the most annoying young women I've ever come into contact with. She was defending a wilful damage charge - she was accused of scratching another girl's car with a screwdriver. Mr Docking found her guilty, and then dropped the bombshell - he was considering some form of imprisonment for the sentence. Not neccessarily to be served inside, but it would mean a conviction against her, even if it was served in the community. Annette freaked, threw the most impressive tantrum I've seen outside of a kindergarten, and actually stormed off - I had to send the police after her, as she was technically in custody, having not been sentenced yet. I still don't know the end result; Peter sent me home at 4.30, considering I'd already done a half hour of (unpaid) overtime, as well as the twenty minutes I'd missed from lunch. And, joy of joys, she's back again on the 19th, for an obscene language charge and an intervention order application against one of the witnesses in today's case - a former "best friend" who gave evidence against her.
The magistrate and I were talking about how people don't seem to realise that if they project an unpleasant front to the world, then they're going to be treated badly. Annette probably has had cause to be angry and defensive, but she's only digging herself a deeper hole by being such a bitch to everyone. When she came in to apply for the intervention order, she treated us like we were scum. So of course, we did only the minimum amount of work required to deal with her. I have no problem putting myself out for people - the time I asked the Salvation Army court liason person to sort out the property of a bloke who'd just gone inside comes to mind - but not if they're going to go out of their way to be unpleasant to me.
It reminds me of something Meng, one of my karate instructors, used to say to me: if you project a calm and serene attitude to the world, you find the world a more calm and serene place. A Buddhist version of "what goes around, comes around". Certainly Meng is one of the most 'together' people I know; I don't think I've ever seen him lose his temper or heard him raise his voice. He's one of myyrole models - except for the habit of getting up at 4.30 every morning, that is. I learned very quickly not to share a room with Meng during camp. :P
BRM's on the phone at the moment to Paul, a friend of ours from university. It was his wedding that we went to in Vietnam in October 1999, and BRM decided to track him down tonight as we hadn't heard from him and his wife since Christmas. Turns out they're in Malaysia now, and they've had a baby, Liem Connor.
*blushes* I can't believe it, he's telling Paul about my fanfic writing. Looks like I've been outed.
Actually, it's great that BRM tracked Paul down. He's a great guy. And last week I got email from Alex, who used to date Paul when we were in uni. Alex was my best friend in college - I actually found a photo of us at a college function yesterday, scary stuff. Looks like my past isn't as dead as I thought it was. *beams*
Two more sleeps until Yasmin gets here, three until Raph does. BRM's actually going up to Sydney with Greta this weekend, so Raph won't have to restrain herself from smacking him. *winks*
