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deathpixie) wrote2001-03-21 07:53 pm
deathpixie) wrote2001-03-21 07:53 pm
Souls In The Great Machine...
*grins and apologises to Sean for the shameless theft of a title*
After a lovely hot bath with lavendar oil, I'm finally starting to feel human again, rather than a chewed up doggy toy. ;) I knew today was going to be bad - I din't anticipate how bad. Sure, the list wasn't long, but as Paula said to me today, "Never trust a short list".
We had no less than four "major" cases. All serious crimes, all with complicating factors, all needing to be dealt with today Or Else. I should have known when the first case I called was a ten-year-old running seriously amuck in the small town of Corryong. Little bastard did several thousands of dollars worth of damage vandalising a school with a mate. And he was such a cherubic looking kid too... Mr Hardy took the easy way out, deffering the sentence and calling in Juvenile Justice to take him in hand for four months.
Matthew Harvey also came back again today. Poor bugge. He was trying, was going to the lifestyle couselling with the Salvation Army guy, using the anger management techniques, but his evil girlfriend just set him up to fail. He ended up getting nine weeks for various intervention order breaches - her charges are still upcoming - and I felt bad for him. I always do when they get jailed, even the dropkicks like Harvey. Still, I did help him out a bit. He was worried about his stuff (still at the girlfriend's), with good reason. he spotted someone in the foyer wearing his coat when he was brought in. So when Hank, the Salvo guy, called to check on the result, I explained to him that he was worried about his stuff and Hank said he would go and get it for him and store it while he was banged up. Small comfort, I suppose, but you have to try.
It's hard to know where to look when I'm in court sometimes. A lot of the time I just fix my eyes on my screen - sitting where I am, directly beneath the magistrates' bench, it feels like all eyes are on me. And in another way, I'm invisible, just a part of the machine. It's a strange feeling.
I think I might be coming down with something, tho'. By the time court finished, my head was aching and my throat was sore and I felt deathly tired. BRM said I looked grey when I got home. Part of that's probably due to not eating lunch - sometimes I hate being a vegetarian in a small town, not a hot veggie meal in coo-ee, without getting soaked walking miles to get it - but I've also gotten my third cold sore in as many weeks. At least I found some lysine at the shops yesterday, which should take care of that My immune system is defintiely down; I'll go to bed early tonigth and hope it's just the airconditioning. Mind you, the magistrate was worse off than me - he ended up knocking a glass of water over, he was so befuddled by the end of the day. I hope he's okay - he's a good bloke.
Hrm, food time. Better go before I do a faceplant on the keyboard. ;)
After a lovely hot bath with lavendar oil, I'm finally starting to feel human again, rather than a chewed up doggy toy. ;) I knew today was going to be bad - I din't anticipate how bad. Sure, the list wasn't long, but as Paula said to me today, "Never trust a short list".
We had no less than four "major" cases. All serious crimes, all with complicating factors, all needing to be dealt with today Or Else. I should have known when the first case I called was a ten-year-old running seriously amuck in the small town of Corryong. Little bastard did several thousands of dollars worth of damage vandalising a school with a mate. And he was such a cherubic looking kid too... Mr Hardy took the easy way out, deffering the sentence and calling in Juvenile Justice to take him in hand for four months.
Matthew Harvey also came back again today. Poor bugge. He was trying, was going to the lifestyle couselling with the Salvation Army guy, using the anger management techniques, but his evil girlfriend just set him up to fail. He ended up getting nine weeks for various intervention order breaches - her charges are still upcoming - and I felt bad for him. I always do when they get jailed, even the dropkicks like Harvey. Still, I did help him out a bit. He was worried about his stuff (still at the girlfriend's), with good reason. he spotted someone in the foyer wearing his coat when he was brought in. So when Hank, the Salvo guy, called to check on the result, I explained to him that he was worried about his stuff and Hank said he would go and get it for him and store it while he was banged up. Small comfort, I suppose, but you have to try.
It's hard to know where to look when I'm in court sometimes. A lot of the time I just fix my eyes on my screen - sitting where I am, directly beneath the magistrates' bench, it feels like all eyes are on me. And in another way, I'm invisible, just a part of the machine. It's a strange feeling.
I think I might be coming down with something, tho'. By the time court finished, my head was aching and my throat was sore and I felt deathly tired. BRM said I looked grey when I got home. Part of that's probably due to not eating lunch - sometimes I hate being a vegetarian in a small town, not a hot veggie meal in coo-ee, without getting soaked walking miles to get it - but I've also gotten my third cold sore in as many weeks. At least I found some lysine at the shops yesterday, which should take care of that My immune system is defintiely down; I'll go to bed early tonigth and hope it's just the airconditioning. Mind you, the magistrate was worse off than me - he ended up knocking a glass of water over, he was so befuddled by the end of the day. I hope he's okay - he's a good bloke.
Hrm, food time. Better go before I do a faceplant on the keyboard. ;)