The season of bowing our heads in the wind
Jan. 6th, 2017 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miladygreyMust find userpics again. The concept of myself as a blank space is disquieting.
Back to the daily work, after a two-week period in which I worked a grand total of three days. It was nice and I miss it. Especially in the post-holiday period when a lot of people are realizing that they hate their spouse/former spouse/current custody arrangement and are ready to change that. And worse, the sudden influx of people who "got into a tiny fight at Christmas, it wasn't that serious, really, and anyway I need someone to represent me tomorrow or there'll be a restraining order against me!" Here's a handy-dandy list of ways to keep yourself from talking to your--or indeed, any--attorney.
--Demand an attorney with less than 24 hours' notice. I'll hang up even faster if you mention that you have no money, or whine that no one's willing to hear your side of the story.
--Call asking questions that were answered in detail and at length in the letter we sent you before Christmas.
--Call every day leading up to your attorney's meeting with the Judge asking if we're sure you don't need to be there, is anything major going to be decided, should you show up just in case...
--Demand immediate visitation with your precious children, then flee downstate in a huff when visitation is not granted on your specific terms and at times convenient to you, and refuse to communicate with Family Services at all. You're definitely not getting any visitation now, you twit.
--Whine that you've already paid soooooooo muuuuuuch money, why does the office keep charging for services?
I'm trying to find good in the world (New Red Dwarf! New church that Yeats and I have found to attend that we both like! Ordination audiobook recording to commence shortly!), but it's grey and cold, and I can barely look at social media because politics makes me literally ill, and I'm dreaming about nuclear apocalypse again. I spent ten years convincing myself that was an irrational fear, and now...I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen, and I'm scared.
Reading Log: A Promise of Fire by Amanda Bouchet; Forevermore by Kristen Callihan; Babylon's Ashes by James S.A. Corey; A Million Worlds With You by Claudia Gray; H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald; Burning Paradise by Robert Charles Wilson
Back to the daily work, after a two-week period in which I worked a grand total of three days. It was nice and I miss it. Especially in the post-holiday period when a lot of people are realizing that they hate their spouse/former spouse/current custody arrangement and are ready to change that. And worse, the sudden influx of people who "got into a tiny fight at Christmas, it wasn't that serious, really, and anyway I need someone to represent me tomorrow or there'll be a restraining order against me!" Here's a handy-dandy list of ways to keep yourself from talking to your--or indeed, any--attorney.
--Demand an attorney with less than 24 hours' notice. I'll hang up even faster if you mention that you have no money, or whine that no one's willing to hear your side of the story.
--Call asking questions that were answered in detail and at length in the letter we sent you before Christmas.
--Call every day leading up to your attorney's meeting with the Judge asking if we're sure you don't need to be there, is anything major going to be decided, should you show up just in case...
--Demand immediate visitation with your precious children, then flee downstate in a huff when visitation is not granted on your specific terms and at times convenient to you, and refuse to communicate with Family Services at all. You're definitely not getting any visitation now, you twit.
--Whine that you've already paid soooooooo muuuuuuch money, why does the office keep charging for services?
I'm trying to find good in the world (New Red Dwarf! New church that Yeats and I have found to attend that we both like! Ordination audiobook recording to commence shortly!), but it's grey and cold, and I can barely look at social media because politics makes me literally ill, and I'm dreaming about nuclear apocalypse again. I spent ten years convincing myself that was an irrational fear, and now...I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen, and I'm scared.
Reading Log: A Promise of Fire by Amanda Bouchet; Forevermore by Kristen Callihan; Babylon's Ashes by James S.A. Corey; A Million Worlds With You by Claudia Gray; H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald; Burning Paradise by Robert Charles Wilson
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Date: 2017-01-13 03:13 pm (UTC)I will be curious to see how you like H is for Hawk! I suggested it for my book club and was then the only person who liked it.