I’ve fucked up: work edition
So, as the lowest of the low (aka, the youngest and newest employee) in the office, I don’t get a desk of my own. I get a corner of someone else’s desk. Actually, I share a desk with one of clerks of court. Not even the clerk for the courtroom I work in but the clerk of a different judge entirely. This is fun because people like to come up to the window while said clerk is gone and ask me clerk-y things because I’m sitting at the desk clearly labelled “Courtroom A4″ and so I would know, probably, except I am a) not a clerk of court b) an idiot generally c) blissfully unaware of anything going on in SOMEONE ELSE’S courtroom.
I’d already seen this story on Twitter, and I have to say, in all seriousness, this is exactly why I will always prefer Tumblr. Because this version of the story was _way_ better.
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Tags: also I was totally going wait you're Andrea!, so there was that.
