Ugh...what a week. Ya know how some weeks, you can pretty much say that you sort of coasted along at work, pretty much just showing up to collect a paycheck? Then you have weeks like the one I had. The ones where you know that whatever money you get in your check you by God earned. Such was the week I had. Today we closed out the week by having a calendar call this morning that had 195 cases on it. I thought I was going to pass out. That's the biggest freaking docket I've run in 18 1/2 years of doing this. Thankfully the judge didn't bring her computer to court so that she could play on AOL. Consequently, the docket ran smooth, even if we did get out at 1:15pm. It was a fun week in the division too. My judge stirred up the pot a little in regards to another judge, pretty much known throughout the courthouse as the cheapest man in the county. Apparently Mr Tightwad tried to have a case moved out of his division because he got pissed off at the fact that someone had placed a post-it note on the file (Puh-leeze). It somehow got reassigned to us, and my judge whipped off a memo to the administrative judge, which naturally got the hornet's nest going. It was hilarious, as Mr Tightwad was denying pretty much anything and everything. I really wish I had started keeping a journal the day I started at the courthouse, because no one would believe the shit that goes on in and out of court. Some of the stupid petty crap, the backstabbing between judges, the egos of some of the attorneys....its all really amazing and the stuff of bestsellers. We were sitting around talking the other day, remembering a few years back to one judge, who ended up basically resigning the bench before they got the boot. This woman, who was a complete and total loon, would actually reach under the bench and give herself a quick hit of the old FDS under her skirt---while court was in session!! And for awhile, she had her own "drug and alcohol counselors" in her courtroom. When someone had a DUI and would plead not guilty, she would have this one guy..."Bernie"...go over and smell the person's breath. Inevitably, "Bernie" would yell out "I smell alcohol judge"! This was usually followed by the defendant denying that they had anything to drink that day, after which the judge would begin to lecture them on denial and how they had to recognize their drinking problem. I guess "not guilty" was only a state of mind in her divison. Then there were the poor idiots who had the misfortune to be charged with any sort of lewd conduct. The guy (okay--98% of the times it was a guy, okay?) would sort of amble up to the podium and she would announce the charge:
"Sir, you are charged with lewd conduct....to wit: MASTURBATING IN PUBLIC!! How do you want to plead?"
Well naturally the rest of the courtroom is snickering and pointing fingers at the "pervert" who by that time will take anything the judge is offering just so he can get the living hell out of the courtroom. I suppose her idea was guilt by humiliation.
Then there was the other judge, who was almost universally hated as being the biggest jerk in the county, who ended up being found bare ass naked in a hotel room surrounded by sleeping pills. Needless to say, he's not on the bench anymore. Last I heard he's a public defender in Alaska or something
Finally, my favorite story of the week from court. We're in arraignments yesterday, and this black guy comes up on a charge of battery. He says he wants to plead no contest to the charge, and since the state attorney says she hasn't had any contact with her victim, the judge asked the defendant to give her explaination as to what happened that day. Here's what follows....essentially.
"Um...alright ya honor....me and my homeboys were just out chillin, ya know, and this dude comes up and he's all up in my face and starts yelling at me and my homeys and we hadn't done nuttin to him but he's all yelling and stuff, ya know and he starts shovin on me and all...so I like, ya know...hit him and all...but he started it."
And the judge pauses and says....and I quote:
"Um....I'm gonna need a translation."
At which point, my baliff Teresa, God bless her, steps forward and says:
"Well judge, he and his friends were out just hanging out....."
It was hilarious. Reminded my of that scene from the movie "Airplane".
"Uh, stewardess....I speak jive."
Later,
Jeff