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The computer system in this family law department was not properly configured for outside users and therefore all the minute orders I had to create in the stupid program did not contain the proper headers. I had to manually type in all the headers and footers that contain the partys’ information, case name, date, staff names, etc.

I just realized that the CASE NUMBERS aren’t automatically coming up, either. None of the minute orders I did yesterday, nor the ones I’ve done so far today, have case numbers on them.

Good God. I have to redo all those minute orders, pull the microfilm copies from the supervisor’s office and replace them, pull each individual file and replace the file copies of the minute orders (and who knows where the files are now, they already left me for various distribution).

I wish I had been called in for jury duty this week.

Work is so. bad. today.

I already called the regular bailiff in here (who’s not here today) and told him that I hate him for not being here to help me. Twice.

There are just too many curve balls thrown at me today in an area of law that I had zero training in.

I am so short-leashed and so cranky and I hate everybody and everything.

Add to that, I couldn’t even work out my aggression at lunch because some crazy guy was following me around the gym saying stupid things at me. I won’t even put the conversation on here. I’ll just say he was crazy, and apparently thought he was being interviewed for the position of “boyfriend.” Ugh. UGH!!!

I was actually parked in my local gym’s parking lot yesterday evening, gabbing on the phone w/a friend, when my long-lost friend Dwaine called in thru call waiting. I had been trying to track this guy down for a year, so when he said he was in the local area and asked if I was free to meet him, I scrapped my workout plan.

I met him at BJ’s and since I was there first, sat down at the bar and ordered a bottle of Belgium Kriek Ale. (I wasn’t classless; I poured it into a curvy glass.) A man approached me to my right. “Everybody’s betting that you’re waiting for a guy friend,” he said.
It sounded like a line to me, so since I’m kind of an ass, I said, “Who’s everybody?”
He looked put on the spot and turned and pointed in a general direction of a large table behind me. “So, are you waiting for a guy friend?”
I looked at him again. “How much is at stake?”
“What?”
“What are you betting?”
“Oh, just a beer.”
I waved my hand dismissively. “That’s nothing. That’s inconsequential. I’m not going to answer the question.”
He badgered me a little, and I finally admitted I am waiting for a male friend I’ve known since junior high whom I haven’t seen in years. He said, “You look like you’re barely out of high school!”
I laughed. “I just missed my 10-yr reunion.”
“I just missed my 30-yr,” he said. And then he went on about how he was at his daughter’s wedding last weekend instead. So wait. You’re 47, 48, you think I’m in my low 20s and you’re HITTING on me? Nevertheless, he insisted on talking to me until my friend arrived, which he did, and Dwaine admirably simply introduced himself to this guy and shook his hand. I smiled at the stranger and thanked him for making my day.

Dwaine and I hit up a few different bars in Fullerton, in search of a place with good drinks and some form of entertainment that isn’t so loud that we can’t hear each other. We do have some great conversations; in a restaurant years ago after the two of us exchanged incredulous looks when the next table’s conversation traveled over he’d said, “Just once, I’d like to overhear a conversation that’s half as interesting as ours.” We ended up at a restaurant/bar that had a live jazz band, and a guy happened to be there filming a documentary on the bar. I wish I remembered what the bar’s called. Anyway, Dwaine and I charmed our way thru (as usual) and we were interviewed, signed releases, and we may see ourselves on TV sometime in the future.

By that, I mean not that I worked out at lunch, which I didn’t, but that the day at work worked out.

I’m pretty proud of myself for figuring the system out, both the courtroom and the computer system.

I also had a lot of fun chatting with the bailiff, courtroom assistant and reporter. It’s a blessing to find people who can make me laugh and whom I can connect with. It’s nice to have friends around me.

So now I have to hit the gym after work for at least 2 hours to make up for not going to the gym at lunch. *sigh* At least by the time I get out of here (still have 4 restraining order minute orders to complete), the gym will hopefully no longer be crowded.

My supervisor already pre-apologized to me for putting me back in here tomorrow. Unfortunately, the regular bailiff will be off tomorrow so I don’t know who I’ll have in here. The calendar’s bigger than today’s, and I won’t get as much help with a relief bailiff, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed. But first I gotta check to see if my group got called in for jury service…phone’s ringing right now…recorded message has started…service is not needed and service is complete! Well, that was easy. I have mixed feelings about this, tho… I almost rather do jury duty than another day in family law listening to these people’s drama.

I was told I would be in my own department today, altho dark, to clear out my stupid family law divorce case load. Did that happen? No. I am presently sitting in an actual family law department, for which I have had zero training and zero experience, and I don’t even know how to do a calendar on their computer program. At least the bailiff in here is a friend of mine. We used to dance at the after-work parties so he’s more familiar w/me than some other people. He already said he’ll do most of the work for me. =/ But he can’t do the computer work.

He just checked everybody in. It’s a freaking full house. I am going to be in a very foul mood today. Oh, just now I found out we have a 1:30p calendar, too.

You know what this means? I am going to have a ferocious workout at lunch. I almost left the house this morning w/o my workout bag. I had my car halfway backed out of the garage, and then when I realized what I was missing, I ran back into the house and threw my workout clothes together. This morning, I was down 3 lbs with a 1% increase in body fat which means I am debloating. Ugh. I am so cranky, I feel the black clouds swirling.