The girls who work for the District Attorney all look terrific. They are popsicle stick thin. They wear grey suits with black or red high shoes with little bows on the back of them – no pantyhose. Clearly, I’m going to have to lose 50 lbs if I want to be an Assistant District Attorney. The weight I am now, I look like a Public Defender. This would mean spending my legal career hunting down indigent clients to try and convince them to show up for their court dates. This I do not want.
Since it’s going to take me awhile to shed the weight, I bought some snappy new shoes. They are so cute, white patent letter with a silver buckle. But they gave me a huge blister my first day so I have been hobbling around ever since then.
Yesterday, G*D took out his wrath on the staff of the district court. We were down two judges. And the parole officers were down by five people because a bunch of their relatives died. The judge flew around from court room to court room. He made lickety split decisions but we did not get out of there until 6:00. I didn’t get a lunch because I was doing my job running after him. The clerk took pity on me and handed me a box of Tic Tacs at about 2:00. I downed them in one sitting. They were the BEST TIC TACS EVER.