Noises Off
Aug. 18th, 2021 09:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogYesterday began and ended with more noise than I'd care for, and some if it carried into today.
The beginning noise was on my first of three separate calls into a bankruptcy trustee yesterday- a morning I was referring to as 13Palooza. These are all three of the cases that have been hanging around since 2019 and all came back to roost a few weeks apart in May. One, a couple, had their first hearing at 9; the other two, singles, had their second and first meetings with their trustee, respectively, two hours later. They all wound up going reasonably okay, and the noise had nothing to do with the merits of any of them.
Hearings in bankruptcies are done locally by phone now. You call into a number, enter a code, and you are placed in the courtroom or hearing room. Problem is, they schedule many hearings at once, so Rule No. 1 is MUTE YOUR DAMN PHONE until your case is called.
The lawyers all know this. Most bring their clients to their offices, so they don't need to know this. But occasionally, a client will call in from a separate location. Today, we got some other lawyer's client who didn't know this. Who, during my case being heard, started placing an order for some business product. From his car. Yelling.
The official running the hearing kept saying, in a nice inside voice, "Please, everyone, mute your phones." Finally, I got so sick of it I just yelled MUTE YOUR DAMN PHONE.
He shut up.
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We wound up turning in pretty early last night, and good thing, too, because of the noise that was to follow:
I gave a general description of our neighborhood yesterday, but here's a graphic view of the whole area (street names have been zapped to keep out the stalkers):
The black circles are the four entrances to the subdivision from the two state highways. The blue ovalish thing between them is the circle of three streets that our house is about midway on the top of. And that big grayish mass of expressway in the far left with "Youngmann" at the bottom? That's the 290. Houses three doors from us and across the street back right up to it. Most of the time, we barely notice the noise, or find it soothing except for the occasional blasting motorcycle or downshifting semi. They've been doing overnight construction on the 290 since late June, but none was particularly bothersome, until last night. That's when the road gang reached our stretch on the side of the highway closest to our street. Our house was practically shaking from it, Jack was in a mild panic over the noise, and the humans spent good parts of the ensuing morning walking around here like zombies from lack of sleep.
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I had to get on to that highway right around 8 this morning for a 10 a.m. appointment in Rochester, and, despite coffee, never quite got up to speed for most of the day. At one point, I was working on one of my patented "paper cut" projects. One of the three clients from the previous day's 13Palooza had progressed enough to have a revised set of papers ready to be sent out to all the creditors in the case. It's a tedious but routine process:
* print the list of creditors from the court website, which displays in a 3 x 10 "matrix" of addresses;
* use a copier to duplicate the list onto 3 x 10 label paper;
* affix the labels onto standard No. 10 envelopes, counting how many there are;
* make enough copies of the document to send one to each;
* staple and then fold the 8.5x11 copies so each will fit in one of the No. 10 envelopes, murmuring aloud the whole time DONTGETAPAPERCUT DONTGETAPAPERCUT DONTGETAPAPERCUT DONTGET....
* OF COURSE get a paper cut, preferably dripping blood on several of the copies, and let out a series of curses that can be heard across the hall and make even sailors blush;
* apologize to the sailors.
Hey. At least I didn't have to tell anyone to mute their GODDAMFUCKINGMOTHERFUCKINGPHONE.
The beginning noise was on my first of three separate calls into a bankruptcy trustee yesterday- a morning I was referring to as 13Palooza. These are all three of the cases that have been hanging around since 2019 and all came back to roost a few weeks apart in May. One, a couple, had their first hearing at 9; the other two, singles, had their second and first meetings with their trustee, respectively, two hours later. They all wound up going reasonably okay, and the noise had nothing to do with the merits of any of them.
Hearings in bankruptcies are done locally by phone now. You call into a number, enter a code, and you are placed in the courtroom or hearing room. Problem is, they schedule many hearings at once, so Rule No. 1 is MUTE YOUR DAMN PHONE until your case is called.
The lawyers all know this. Most bring their clients to their offices, so they don't need to know this. But occasionally, a client will call in from a separate location. Today, we got some other lawyer's client who didn't know this. Who, during my case being heard, started placing an order for some business product. From his car. Yelling.
The official running the hearing kept saying, in a nice inside voice, "Please, everyone, mute your phones." Finally, I got so sick of it I just yelled MUTE YOUR DAMN PHONE.
He shut up.
----
We wound up turning in pretty early last night, and good thing, too, because of the noise that was to follow:
I gave a general description of our neighborhood yesterday, but here's a graphic view of the whole area (street names have been zapped to keep out the stalkers):
The black circles are the four entrances to the subdivision from the two state highways. The blue ovalish thing between them is the circle of three streets that our house is about midway on the top of. And that big grayish mass of expressway in the far left with "Youngmann" at the bottom? That's the 290. Houses three doors from us and across the street back right up to it. Most of the time, we barely notice the noise, or find it soothing except for the occasional blasting motorcycle or downshifting semi. They've been doing overnight construction on the 290 since late June, but none was particularly bothersome, until last night. That's when the road gang reached our stretch on the side of the highway closest to our street. Our house was practically shaking from it, Jack was in a mild panic over the noise, and the humans spent good parts of the ensuing morning walking around here like zombies from lack of sleep.
----
I had to get on to that highway right around 8 this morning for a 10 a.m. appointment in Rochester, and, despite coffee, never quite got up to speed for most of the day. At one point, I was working on one of my patented "paper cut" projects. One of the three clients from the previous day's 13Palooza had progressed enough to have a revised set of papers ready to be sent out to all the creditors in the case. It's a tedious but routine process:
* print the list of creditors from the court website, which displays in a 3 x 10 "matrix" of addresses;
* use a copier to duplicate the list onto 3 x 10 label paper;
* affix the labels onto standard No. 10 envelopes, counting how many there are;
* make enough copies of the document to send one to each;
* staple and then fold the 8.5x11 copies so each will fit in one of the No. 10 envelopes, murmuring aloud the whole time DONTGETAPAPERCUT DONTGETAPAPERCUT DONTGETAPAPERCUT DONTGET....
* OF COURSE get a paper cut, preferably dripping blood on several of the copies, and let out a series of curses that can be heard across the hall and make even sailors blush;
* apologize to the sailors.
Hey. At least I didn't have to tell anyone to mute their GODDAMFUCKINGMOTHERFUCKINGPHONE.
Woo!
Date: 2021-08-20 09:21 am (UTC)