I am currently going through the process to see whether or not I end up on a jury for something VERY SERIOUS that I am not allowed to talk about. I don't know how that works in other countries, but it's a pain in the freaking ass and emotionally traumatic (yes, I'd love to discuss my personal shit in a courtroom in front of a bunch of strangers just for the chance to sit on a jury....) and a complete financial burden. (And by that, I mean a whole separate money freak out to follow the freak out I had after being interviewed in court with the freaking microphone and everything). So that's just drama drama drama and if only it were like Psych and all funny ha ha, except it's not, though I am inappropriately lusting after lawyers for distraction. (My suit and tie kink knows no bounds it seems).

It looks like I'll get picked, even though I get the sense both sides don't want my difficult ass, but I'm still probably more qualified than some of the others. So no Xmas challenges or gifts from me this year I think; even if I weren't too freaked to concentrate, I just won't have the time. I'm going to have to serve during the weekdays and then try to work at night and on the weekends to make up the difference in my income. Party! Bonus!

In other good news, I moved at the start of the year (screwed over mortgage victim number 1,000,000...) and changed my address and everything, but apparently it never went through, so guess who probably won't get to vote in the most stressful election year ever???? Even if I re-register now, I live in an area with not enough registered voters, so we have no polling place. I have to use an absentee ballet, and I believe the deadline for those being mailed in has passed. Shit yeah. Thanks, Bureaucracy. Though I see I can still receive my jury duty notices. How nice.

Did I mention that I got a paid vacation at my new job for the first time ever, but I'm going to have to use my vacation days as jury duty pay, because I don't get paid for that, and this trial is supposed to last about a month? It's like being attacked on all fronts.



Anyway, enough with the bitching. Something positive now? I watched a very cute Spanish movie last night called Unconscious. At least that was the English title. It's kind of a farce, definitely a silly sexy romp, set in 1913 and about Alma, trying to find her missing psychiatrist husband with the help of her adorable brother-in-law (who apparently has a large penis and as a running joke, that shouldn't be funny, but it is because he's SO embarrassed about it). He's married to her sister, but they are having issues in their marriage too, and everyone's obsessed with Freud's new theories except for the brother-in-law, Salvador, who is deliciously stuffy and uptight and keeps insisting that feelings are a hormonal imbalance and he doesn't have any. To which Alma replies, if feelings were plants, he'd be a botanical garden. Repression, and genderbending stuff, and sexual experiments (and some ridiculous coincidences that get the movie compared a lot to an Almodovar film) galore. And the romantic/sexual tension with Alma and Salvador was fabulous. Very cute. Very fun movie. Makes you smile even when you feel like crap, trust me.
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From: [identity profile] beelikej.livejournal.com


Ahw, good ol' arthouse cinema, always able to make one feel better.

Good luck with the jury duty. FYI: my country doesn't have juries. I trust professional judges to look at the facts of the cases and do their job.


From: [identity profile] rispacooper.livejournal.com


Well some judge up in Canada was a total ignorant douche recently, so I don't know that I'd trust that system either. They both suck. People suck. Yeah.

*whine*

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From: [identity profile] senor-coconut-1.livejournal.com


I have ADD. I can get out of any jury duty simply because I cannot pay attention long enough to get the facts unless I write them down and when I write, I miss half the stuff.


I would need to take on Ritalin again to sit on a jury.
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From: [identity profile] senor-coconut-1.livejournal.com


It gets really bad when I am stressed. Like, you know, right now.


Is it a bad idea to pen a very well written letter about exactly why I am quitting the restaurant business for good and going back to teaching and give it to the guy who made me decide to quit?

From: [identity profile] rispacooper.livejournal.com


Depends. You regard burning bridges as a horrible, no-way-out situation, or a great motivator?

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From: [identity profile] senor-coconut-1.livejournal.com


It's a bridge I am willing to burn. Anyone who regards his employees as idiots when we are all very smart, educated people with goals and lives and all of whom regard the place as a means to an end (paying for college, paying for teacher certification [my goal], and stuff like that) is not someone I would go to for anything ever again in my life.

He offered me general manager...which SHOULD pay for my certification in no time, but when I broke it down, the pay was something like 7 bucks an hour and homey don't play that. Especially when he wanted me there 60 hours a week. Um. No. Then this other job landed on my doorstep and it's a huge company that believes in healthy living and healthy people and you can probably guess it if you thought hard enough because it's well known company, but anyway, it's the exact opposite of the restaurant, which is unhealthy and gross and made me want to go off meat forever. Plus, another teaching position just opened up part time and it's something I want to do, so I have two other options besides that crappy place.

From: [identity profile] rispacooper.livejournal.com


Then damn the torpedos. :)


Food service does suck. Chefs constantly amaze me.

From: [identity profile] pir8fancier.livejournal.com


Yep, that's why I got out of cooking. I figured I was making $4.00/hour at the end of it all. Hugs you. You COULD plead financial distress. Which would be completely legitimate. Ask the judge for a private meeting because not everyone in the courtroom needs to know your business.

From: [identity profile] rispacooper.livejournal.com


He doesn't seem like the kind of judge who's having any of that. (My legal counsel crush could not be more inappropriate though. But entertaining...)

You are home and rested now? Yay! Your own bathroom! Your own bed! And oh yeah your family. :)

From: [identity profile] pir8fancier.livejournal.com


Am home. Internal clock still fucked up. Am mainlining coffee to stay awake at one in the afternoon. Am up at three a.m. raring to go! Family very happy to see me. Dog especially. Canine adoration. Pure unadulterated love.

From: [identity profile] rispacooper.livejournal.com


Puppies!


Hmmm disregard crap I sent to you which was first draft-ish stuff I wrote in like a day anyway. I'm correcting that this week and actually changing things.


From: [identity profile] pir8fancier.livejournal.com


Kay. Am counting on your to reignite my due South love. Am flagging here. Didn't read a single ds-match story.

From: [identity profile] rispacooper.livejournal.com


I read two of the stop drop porn stories before life demanded i stop. they were cute though.

Okay, don't put too much pressure on me. I haven't watched the show in months. And I haven't written something good in....a while.

From: [identity profile] dlasta.livejournal.com


/sends sympathy.

Silver lining: At least your country has jury as a part of the judicial system. I'd probably pay for a chance to do something similar here. (Finland, FYI)

Ps. Oooo, movie rec!

From: [identity profile] dlasta.livejournal.com


Unfortunately. We also have laws that assume that everybody is a nice person underneath and should have another chance.
No yay.
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