Even in the court situation, sometimes you get sent home. I was all dressed up and ready to work on Wednesday for a hearing in Wake Superior Court. I got myself to the courtroom about 30 minutes early – rode up the elevator with the clerk, also a friend of mine – and found out that the hearing was off.
How? The attorney met the clerk and me in her office and said they’d taken a voluntary dismissal. Bummer! I drove all the way in, got psyched to work… and no go.
That’s the world of court reporting. Some weeks you’re writing hundreds and hundreds of pages; others you’re barely writing tens and tens. The beautiful thing is it’s never the same day twice – you’re never, ever bored.