ORDER!! ORDER!! ORDER IN THE COURT!!
“Do you think I could use tofu instead of buffalo wings to make this Mexican dish?” One pyt (pretty young thing, for the uninitiated) asked another. A weighty decision that needed to be made in a Court Room with the presiding Judge in attendance. An animated discussion followed, where the pros and cons of such an action were discussed. The discussion came to an abrupt end when the judge banged her gavel so she could make herself heard. The judge herself was a crusty old woman, full of vinegar and piss. She called herself a bitch and berated one of the insurance companies since they had made an appointment and were nowhere to be seen.
My first visit to the Worker’s Compensation Appeals Board and more illusions came crashing down. Where were the hallowed portals and the hustle and bustle of the courtroom as portrayed in movies? Where were the attorneys rushing about looking hassled, striving to save the innocent? All I got to see was a room full of rather sad-looking people resigned to their fate and hoping some good would come out of their trip to the board.
The lady judge, in the course of our tour, allowed us to peek in her office. We noticed a dark, pod-shaped object with what looked like short brown wires and hair sticking out at odd angles. This, she explained, was the prize winning artifact made by her 37-year-old daughter in her free-throw ceramics class. One of her secretaries later confided to us that they all had a nick name for it: “the hairy dick”.
We walked past rows and rows of files and came to a stop in front of what looked like a first aid box. Only, this first aid box had an emergency defibrillator. I can only imagine how many heart attacks must have taken place in the building to have necessitated the installation of such a machine.
The tour ended with lunch at P.F.Chang’s where everyone ate like there was no tomorrow. Out in the warm sunshine, after that enormous lunch, I did try out a feeble excuses my comatose brain had come up with to not go to work. None seemed really plausible, hence back I went to the salt mines.
My first visit to the Worker’s Compensation Appeals Board and more illusions came crashing down. Where were the hallowed portals and the hustle and bustle of the courtroom as portrayed in movies? Where were the attorneys rushing about looking hassled, striving to save the innocent? All I got to see was a room full of rather sad-looking people resigned to their fate and hoping some good would come out of their trip to the board.
The lady judge, in the course of our tour, allowed us to peek in her office. We noticed a dark, pod-shaped object with what looked like short brown wires and hair sticking out at odd angles. This, she explained, was the prize winning artifact made by her 37-year-old daughter in her free-throw ceramics class. One of her secretaries later confided to us that they all had a nick name for it: “the hairy dick”.
We walked past rows and rows of files and came to a stop in front of what looked like a first aid box. Only, this first aid box had an emergency defibrillator. I can only imagine how many heart attacks must have taken place in the building to have necessitated the installation of such a machine.
The tour ended with lunch at P.F.Chang’s where everyone ate like there was no tomorrow. Out in the warm sunshine, after that enormous lunch, I did try out a feeble excuses my comatose brain had come up with to not go to work. None seemed really plausible, hence back I went to the salt mines.
posted by newatthis at 8:34 AM
2 Comments:
I did not understand a thing :-(. May be I should go back to school or you have one for the dumb minds like me.. btw I read it twice! Good language though ofcourse supplemented by the always captive heading!
maybe coz this is pretty specific to the kind of work i do!! sorry about that
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