My client was on the moon! With Steve!
I didn't get lost!
*victory arms*
Got there early and had two people ask me if I was a lawyer on the way in, which was flattering. Picked a courtroom, strolled in at 9:45 (knowing that they hear the types of cases I needed starting at 10:00), realized that people were already in there arguing away, panicked, forgot to bow to the judge on my way in, slunk into the back row in shame. "OMG OMG OMG DO THEY START EARLY ON FRIDAYS? Is this a custom of which I wasn't aware?" Started frantically taking notes on the next case they announced. Realized I had NO IDEA what either of the lawyers were talking about.
At which point, the gentleman who was the subject of the debate was ushered in through the side door in handcuffs and a jumpsuit. Because they were still on bail applications. *facepalm*
So, after that things went smoothly for me! (Best case of the day: ferocious female lawyer out of Calgary stands up, starts arguing about unreasonable delay by the other side and how the case against her client ought to be dropped and starts listing legislation... The judge stops her, says the law is clear, asks the other side if he has any response. The other lawyer stands up and says "I do, my lord. Uh, my client has been dead for two years." Epic.)
The only other eventful thing that happened was on the way out. My train ticket had expired about two minutes before I got to the platform, so I took a gamble. A bad gamble, as it turned out, because there were a couple of Mounties going around randomly checking tickets and giving out $110 fines if you didn't have a valid one. "OH SHIT," thinks the Megan, who does not have a valid ticket, and cannot gracefully sneak back up the stairs at this point.
However. As a full-time slob, I'd been noticing that people held doors for me when I was suited up and were actually nice at info-desks today. So I sat down and attempted to exude an air of unconcern, despite the fact that they almost always check me when I'm in student clothing. And sure enough, they meticulously went around 'randomly' checking the natives and the bike couriers, and not me.
So. Hmm. I'm wicked glad I didn't get a ticket (I do not want to have to beg a loan from my dad for something like that!), but feeling a little gross about that incident just the same. Just because I've ironed my shirt definitely doesn't make me a less culpable person than anyone else sitting in the train station. The power of suits is a baffling thing.
*victory arms*
Got there early and had two people ask me if I was a lawyer on the way in, which was flattering. Picked a courtroom, strolled in at 9:45 (knowing that they hear the types of cases I needed starting at 10:00), realized that people were already in there arguing away, panicked, forgot to bow to the judge on my way in, slunk into the back row in shame. "OMG OMG OMG DO THEY START EARLY ON FRIDAYS? Is this a custom of which I wasn't aware?" Started frantically taking notes on the next case they announced. Realized I had NO IDEA what either of the lawyers were talking about.
At which point, the gentleman who was the subject of the debate was ushered in through the side door in handcuffs and a jumpsuit. Because they were still on bail applications. *facepalm*
So, after that things went smoothly for me! (Best case of the day: ferocious female lawyer out of Calgary stands up, starts arguing about unreasonable delay by the other side and how the case against her client ought to be dropped and starts listing legislation... The judge stops her, says the law is clear, asks the other side if he has any response. The other lawyer stands up and says "I do, my lord. Uh, my client has been dead for two years." Epic.)
The only other eventful thing that happened was on the way out. My train ticket had expired about two minutes before I got to the platform, so I took a gamble. A bad gamble, as it turned out, because there were a couple of Mounties going around randomly checking tickets and giving out $110 fines if you didn't have a valid one. "OH SHIT," thinks the Megan, who does not have a valid ticket, and cannot gracefully sneak back up the stairs at this point.
However. As a full-time slob, I'd been noticing that people held doors for me when I was suited up and were actually nice at info-desks today. So I sat down and attempted to exude an air of unconcern, despite the fact that they almost always check me when I'm in student clothing. And sure enough, they meticulously went around 'randomly' checking the natives and the bike couriers, and not me.
So. Hmm. I'm wicked glad I didn't get a ticket (I do not want to have to beg a loan from my dad for something like that!), but feeling a little gross about that incident just the same. Just because I've ironed my shirt definitely doesn't make me a less culpable person than anyone else sitting in the train station. The power of suits is a baffling thing.