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Well, THAT was a waste of time.
Sitting on my butt in an auditorium from 8:15 AM until 2:30 PM, when they decided to let everyone who hadn't been called yet go home.
With no cellphone, because cameraphones aren't allowed.
I spent the time reading Slammerkin, which I picked up at Borders on Sunday on impulse, because it was faced out and so I saw the title and thought of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
slammerkinbabe. who has always seemed like an interesting and clever person from her comments, and so I figured if she had liked it enough to make it part of her lj name, it was probably interesting, so I picked it up and read the blurb, and with phrases like "1748 in working-class London" and "life of prostitution" and "Clothes are the greatest lie ever told," it sounded like Just My Thing.
It was. Although I wasn't expecting the ending to turn out that way. Perhaps I should have, given that the author's Irish. Still. Recommended.
The reminder slip encouraged you to use "discretion" in choosing your clothes and to remember that "decorum" was expected in the courtroom. I put on an unassuming black sweater and jeans and a plain belt with no studs, but decided that kittyshoes were perfectly decorous. And that they could just deal with my button-encrusted leather jacket, because it was COLD this morning.
So now I'm home and I'm going to have a ton of catching up to do at work tomorrow. While standing all day on a broken toe. Which is still sore, although I'm not limping any more, at least.
Sitting on my butt in an auditorium from 8:15 AM until 2:30 PM, when they decided to let everyone who hadn't been called yet go home.
With no cellphone, because cameraphones aren't allowed.
I spent the time reading Slammerkin, which I picked up at Borders on Sunday on impulse, because it was faced out and so I saw the title and thought of
slammerkinbabe. who has always seemed like an interesting and clever person from her comments, and so I figured if she had liked it enough to make it part of her lj name, it was probably interesting, so I picked it up and read the blurb, and with phrases like "1748 in working-class London" and "life of prostitution" and "Clothes are the greatest lie ever told," it sounded like Just My Thing.It was. Although I wasn't expecting the ending to turn out that way. Perhaps I should have, given that the author's Irish. Still. Recommended.
The reminder slip encouraged you to use "discretion" in choosing your clothes and to remember that "decorum" was expected in the courtroom. I put on an unassuming black sweater and jeans and a plain belt with no studs, but decided that kittyshoes were perfectly decorous. And that they could just deal with my button-encrusted leather jacket, because it was COLD this morning.
So now I'm home and I'm going to have a ton of catching up to do at work tomorrow. While standing all day on a broken toe. Which is still sore, although I'm not limping any more, at least.
