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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.
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.