good times
today was oddly successful...
it started with a panic, late, jump up, out, throwing it all together at an exponential rate to get out of the door into what should have been rush hour but what was smooth, free moving, fewer than normal others on their way to the concrete world... hold on how late am i? ok clock check and i am moving faster than normal, going to be early? ha school holidays, gotta love them...
morning - tasks for the first half of your day: (1) check a high court file, (2) get an impossible amendment from the master and (3) ensure the divorce clerk gives you a copy of the order that hasn't been received...
of course your principle has a slight smirk knowing full well that only task 1 should be achieved, the others are merely for your personal agony and their amusement when you furnish them with governmental, inadequate, responses of why you couldn't achieve the set goal...
helpful hint - start with task 1 - the file has to go up at 12.... what? go up where? what r u on about?
but in actuality you smile and nod and realise that you will be walking in the 32 degree heat and have to stall the long way round because your plan of seeing the master first is stumped by completing task 1 first and if you head to the master after the high court you will smash into their 'we'r on tea time, have only been at work for an hour and taking a 45 minute break time'...
task 1 -registrar: oh you looking for the wednesday files?
yip, it's monday, two days before the day of trial, not yet 12, but i cant find a thing...
registrar - thats because blah blah blha i am making no sense but you will accept this as reasonable, not sulk about it, and tuesday and wednesday are seen as the same day so the file was sent to the judge friday.....
i'm sorry am i in a time warp? separate days are the same day
registrar - indeed! and as the file is with the judge you are fresh out of luck...
really buddy, which judge, give me the names we'll see about luck...
anyhooo the judges secretary has no problem meeting me, understands my pain and voila the file is checked, ticked, we are 14 on the roll, take that registrar 0 - candidate 1
task 2 - ok crap, nice girl is off sick, fat bitch clearly with reserved animosity for my slight frame is sitting at the desk... moving along and skipping straight past her into equally large but pleasant womans office...
hi! divorce order please.... wait 10 minutes, presto here it is and with a smile... heaps of thanks wonderful monday to you... some inside scoop on a relocation that they were obviously not going to inform anyone is happening and i am out of there...
task 3 - slow stroll over to masters office... shimmy into office of woman who was more than willing to help the last time and hit the first of many hurdles as promised...
no problem i take it on the chin and move to door 446: woman less obliging, no you cant wait for my typist to finish, cant give you an explanation and prefer to talk over than too you...... hmmm whats that the number on the file isn't actually your department? excellent later bitch...
up to the first floor around the corner down a long passage and into a sweltering filing room - man not looking happy.....
hi! super cow downstairs tells me you are the man around here go get my paper corrected on the double sweetass... off he skips ordering me to stay behind, he's off on a covert mission finding me later to send me off to door number 4...
no worries, another woman, flash a smile, explain my reason for existing in her space and she trots me back downstairs to door number 5...
large man, sweaty brow, woman leaves and he scrutinizes the file, hands me a paper and what'll you know, there, the amendment sits.. haha ha ha ha ha
back at the office - hi, here's your amendment, your order and the number on the judges roll with file checked and accurate, plus all the revenue stamps returned unused...
who's laughing now?
it started with a panic, late, jump up, out, throwing it all together at an exponential rate to get out of the door into what should have been rush hour but what was smooth, free moving, fewer than normal others on their way to the concrete world... hold on how late am i? ok clock check and i am moving faster than normal, going to be early? ha school holidays, gotta love them...
morning - tasks for the first half of your day: (1) check a high court file, (2) get an impossible amendment from the master and (3) ensure the divorce clerk gives you a copy of the order that hasn't been received...
of course your principle has a slight smirk knowing full well that only task 1 should be achieved, the others are merely for your personal agony and their amusement when you furnish them with governmental, inadequate, responses of why you couldn't achieve the set goal...
helpful hint - start with task 1 - the file has to go up at 12.... what? go up where? what r u on about?
but in actuality you smile and nod and realise that you will be walking in the 32 degree heat and have to stall the long way round because your plan of seeing the master first is stumped by completing task 1 first and if you head to the master after the high court you will smash into their 'we'r on tea time, have only been at work for an hour and taking a 45 minute break time'...
task 1 -registrar: oh you looking for the wednesday files?
yip, it's monday, two days before the day of trial, not yet 12, but i cant find a thing...
registrar - thats because blah blah blha i am making no sense but you will accept this as reasonable, not sulk about it, and tuesday and wednesday are seen as the same day so the file was sent to the judge friday.....
i'm sorry am i in a time warp? separate days are the same day
registrar - indeed! and as the file is with the judge you are fresh out of luck...
really buddy, which judge, give me the names we'll see about luck...
anyhooo the judges secretary has no problem meeting me, understands my pain and voila the file is checked, ticked, we are 14 on the roll, take that registrar 0 - candidate 1
task 2 - ok crap, nice girl is off sick, fat bitch clearly with reserved animosity for my slight frame is sitting at the desk... moving along and skipping straight past her into equally large but pleasant womans office...
hi! divorce order please.... wait 10 minutes, presto here it is and with a smile... heaps of thanks wonderful monday to you... some inside scoop on a relocation that they were obviously not going to inform anyone is happening and i am out of there...
task 3 - slow stroll over to masters office... shimmy into office of woman who was more than willing to help the last time and hit the first of many hurdles as promised...
no problem i take it on the chin and move to door 446: woman less obliging, no you cant wait for my typist to finish, cant give you an explanation and prefer to talk over than too you...... hmmm whats that the number on the file isn't actually your department? excellent later bitch...
up to the first floor around the corner down a long passage and into a sweltering filing room - man not looking happy.....
hi! super cow downstairs tells me you are the man around here go get my paper corrected on the double sweetass... off he skips ordering me to stay behind, he's off on a covert mission finding me later to send me off to door number 4...
no worries, another woman, flash a smile, explain my reason for existing in her space and she trots me back downstairs to door number 5...
large man, sweaty brow, woman leaves and he scrutinizes the file, hands me a paper and what'll you know, there, the amendment sits.. haha ha ha ha ha
back at the office - hi, here's your amendment, your order and the number on the judges roll with file checked and accurate, plus all the revenue stamps returned unused...
who's laughing now?
posted by TM at 11:03 pm
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