Today’s A-Z Challenge letter is J.

Totally not where I was going to go – not what I was going to write – but just as I opened up this pane I thought of the old routine/song (?) Here Come da Judge, Here Come da Judge . . .

and a post was born.

You see, Wednesday I go to court – it’s work related, folks. I go once a month to testify if needed on compliance issues of clients who are supposed to be in a program I co-facilitate. They’ve been court ordered to attend – for one reason or another they have never come – and now they are in non-compliance and facing the Judge and some consequences.

I’ve been doing this for just about four years now (May) and I am becoming a bit jaded with the system. Most of the clients have public defenders. Most of the public defenders do not believe in this program. So, they do their dead level best to either drag the whole thing out – OR – get it thrown out – OR – get the little darlins reassigned back into the program.

Did I mention I am getting jaded? Yeah, thought so.

But I clean up good – dress fit for judgment – paste a smile on my face and offer my best testimony possible. Then I leave with files of people reassigned, but who never (almost to the last one) NEVER intend following through on the court order.

Because they know some nice PD is gonna do his/her dead level best somewhere down the line to show the program co-facilitator up on the stand – attempt to make her look the fool – all for the sake of the poor fella who dinna do no harm (other than breaking his partner’s arm-nose-teeth-leg, etc.) God love him. Cut him some slack – and, for the love of all that’s holy do NOT charge him to go to the classes!!!

Yup – jaded.

/rant in the form of the letter j. Y’all have a good one.

And, stay clear of the law . . . especially in MY courtroom.
🙂