Day 1260: No sugar is enough
Aug. 29th, 2016 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Work was...work, last week. A full day of court on Monday. Meetings all day Tuesday and Wednesday, driving around like mad. I was super glad to get my car back, so that made things better.
Thursday and Friday were training. Thursday was the same, the same, the same old training. Trauma focus. Trauma response. I was there, my fellow guardians were there AGs and defenders and judges were there. We were slouching around in t-shirts and looking bored. So, so bored.
Another lawyer cornered me to inform me that a really, really crazy case I once had (that I dispatched with twice) is coming back. I'm rocking 151% caseload, so I think I'm going to send that to someone else, because I can.
Friday was...brutal. We started off with child trafficking and it went downhill from there. Laughing at Brain Games was good times, though. That was a bit cheery. I sat at a table with a lawyer I went to high school with, and with a fellow guardian of mine who's pretty darn snarky.
I...may or may not have taken advantage of the boring day to get some writing done. Handwriting, so no one could really read over my shoulder - doubt they would have anyway.
Weekend was chill. Somehow in the space of two weeks, I managed to burn through two seasons of NCIS. Got a new calling - a small one, to say the least. Still nearly cried when they asked me to do it, though. Oh well. Got on it. Seems easy enough.
I finished the baby blanket I was making for my one friend, and I put it in the mail. Got my car registered.
Had a trial today. It was tragically short.
Oh well.
Here's to things being a bit more chill this week, I am hoping. Second day of trail is off the table. Other trial will be interesting, to say the least.
Here goes!
...I realized, in training, that one of the boys I dated back in the day was a victim of child trafficking. I didn't fully understand the story he told me, the elisions he made, the pauses and hesitations, the self-edits. I understand now. Sorry I called you crazy, boy. You were just a little scratched and dented. Your new paint job is pretty good.