Mulligan Stewing
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captainsblogI posted on the Facething very late last night:
Yes, Jason, that (or, rather, this) is exactly what I needed.
It all started off nicely enough, getting a $50,000 judgment through an inquisitioner in mere moments, compared to the Gauntlets of Bullshit I've experienced recently for many of them a fiftieth of that size; and getting in and out of a pre-trial with a decent opponent and a nice law clerk in less time than expected.
Then I went to Rochester, where nice things go to die.
----
A brief but important 12:30 appointment never materialized, despite me spending close to two hours at, in and around the place it was supposed to be. This not only put me near serious behind-eight-ball territory over the subject of the meeting; it threw the whole rest of the afternoon off by those two hours, from which I never really recovered. Somewhere in there, I did get copied on an email that our minister sent to the rest of the non-clergy staff, to let them know ahead of time that we'd hired a new staff person in a new position to do new things we're not currently doing. Note all those "new" and "not" words. They will be important later.
Right before the original non-appointed time, one of my taillights went out. On newer cars, that results in the dashboard nagging you about it by fast-flashing the turn indicator- which it proceeded to do for the next six hours. Just what you need when you're stressed.
I did succeed at hopping over to RIT and claiming Em's sorta-forgotten bicycle from the rack in front of her apartment. And in a 20-minute stop at my sort-of-new Rochester office, I wound up picking up what could be a major piece of business from the lawyer across the hall. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.
----
Not so nice? Having good deeds not go unpunished.
I spent at least a third of my hour-plus drive home on the phone with various current staff members from the church, all wigged out that we'd ::shock! horror!:: announced we were doing something Not The Way We've Always Done It. By the time I dragged my sorry ass in the door right before 6, I was more drained from that than from the entire workday.
Still, I got over. We chillaxed, watched the original two Northern Exposure episodes from a cute-boxed DVD set of them Eleanor had seen at the store, and I got to try Eleanor's first-ever falafel (which was a lot better than Bill-O's, trust me;).
Whereupon, all hell broke loose.
Cameron wasn't here- he'd worked a shift until 5 and then graciously took a later one from a co-worker suddenly dealing with a death in the family- but by 8-something, Em was on the phone with him. His mother had taken another heaping helpful from her cauldron of holy sheepshit and balls, and was suddenly going ape again- not on him, not on us, but on Cameron's best friend T, blaming T for Cam's decision to move in here.
You know, after his mother and step-F threw him out last week.
There was talk of police being sent- again, not to mom's house, or ours, but to T's. Using all of our resources (including the karma-laced one of us having an Amherst PD dispatcher now living across the street from us), we talked Cameron out of doing anything about it, and, best as we can tell, nothing ever came of it. Somewhere in the night, he reappeared here, as is his current custom, and the kids are still sleeping it off.
And I said to myself with a smile, during the 3 a.m. insomnia, He's home.
----
Also during that insomnia: Court sent auto-word that I'd finally won a case from three weeks ago where my opposition was nothing but incessant whining. I now get to reduce that to writing and deliver it for signature.
In Rochester.
Where we'll try that damned appointment onnnne morrrre timmmme!
Yes, Jason, that (or, rather, this) is exactly what I needed.
It all started off nicely enough, getting a $50,000 judgment through an inquisitioner in mere moments, compared to the Gauntlets of Bullshit I've experienced recently for many of them a fiftieth of that size; and getting in and out of a pre-trial with a decent opponent and a nice law clerk in less time than expected.
Then I went to Rochester, where nice things go to die.
----
A brief but important 12:30 appointment never materialized, despite me spending close to two hours at, in and around the place it was supposed to be. This not only put me near serious behind-eight-ball territory over the subject of the meeting; it threw the whole rest of the afternoon off by those two hours, from which I never really recovered. Somewhere in there, I did get copied on an email that our minister sent to the rest of the non-clergy staff, to let them know ahead of time that we'd hired a new staff person in a new position to do new things we're not currently doing. Note all those "new" and "not" words. They will be important later.
Right before the original non-appointed time, one of my taillights went out. On newer cars, that results in the dashboard nagging you about it by fast-flashing the turn indicator- which it proceeded to do for the next six hours. Just what you need when you're stressed.
I did succeed at hopping over to RIT and claiming Em's sorta-forgotten bicycle from the rack in front of her apartment. And in a 20-minute stop at my sort-of-new Rochester office, I wound up picking up what could be a major piece of business from the lawyer across the hall. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.
----
Not so nice? Having good deeds not go unpunished.
I spent at least a third of my hour-plus drive home on the phone with various current staff members from the church, all wigged out that we'd ::shock! horror!:: announced we were doing something Not The Way We've Always Done It. By the time I dragged my sorry ass in the door right before 6, I was more drained from that than from the entire workday.
Still, I got over. We chillaxed, watched the original two Northern Exposure episodes from a cute-boxed DVD set of them Eleanor had seen at the store, and I got to try Eleanor's first-ever falafel (which was a lot better than Bill-O's, trust me;).
Whereupon, all hell broke loose.
Cameron wasn't here- he'd worked a shift until 5 and then graciously took a later one from a co-worker suddenly dealing with a death in the family- but by 8-something, Em was on the phone with him. His mother had taken another heaping helpful from her cauldron of holy sheepshit and balls, and was suddenly going ape again- not on him, not on us, but on Cameron's best friend T, blaming T for Cam's decision to move in here.
You know, after his mother and step-F threw him out last week.
There was talk of police being sent- again, not to mom's house, or ours, but to T's. Using all of our resources (including the karma-laced one of us having an Amherst PD dispatcher now living across the street from us), we talked Cameron out of doing anything about it, and, best as we can tell, nothing ever came of it. Somewhere in the night, he reappeared here, as is his current custom, and the kids are still sleeping it off.
And I said to myself with a smile, during the 3 a.m. insomnia, He's home.
----
Also during that insomnia: Court sent auto-word that I'd finally won a case from three weeks ago where my opposition was nothing but incessant whining. I now get to reduce that to writing and deliver it for signature.
In Rochester.
Where we'll try that damned appointment onnnne morrrre timmmme!
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Date: 2012-06-08 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-08 04:30 pm (UTC)My mom is very active in our family's parish, and she deals with the "But... we've always done things this way..." ALL THE TIME.
Also, I haven't said this yet, but I really love how you (and your wife) are handling the situation with Cam: giving him a safe place and all.
So... and this isn't happening this summer, but maybe next, when I start exploring upstate NY, leave Rochester off the list?
The way you describe it is like how my aunt describes Frederick, Maryland, "Where fun goes to die."
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Date: 2012-06-11 01:52 am (UTC)A. I'll have you know my Grandmother gave that lightbulb ...