| x03. Why I love my job |
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Posted by TILDY. on March 4th, 2009 @ 11:55pm
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There are days where I really love my job. I would tell you about them if I could but, you know, classified and all that. You wouldn't like it very much if you were in front of the Wizengamot and I was spouting off all of your intimate details. However, today, I gained insight into the inner workings of a couple in which one partner was unfaithful and the other sought revenge. I would tell you how, but that too is classified. And I may be forced to use it once day. Needless to say, it was beyond entertaining. It put me in great spirits all day, even if we didn't get to actually sentence anyone to Azkaban. I do so love the sentencing portion normally. Still, it isn't often work is so full of laughter.
Justice also said his first full sentence today! "Mum, I set the nanny's hair afire." He's so bright!
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| x02. Some days... |
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Posted by TILDY. on February 25th, 2009 @ 11:49pm
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I couldn't be more thankful than today that I have a nanny. I've had a migraine all day, work was full of inane bullshit, and Justice seems to have discovered the word 'no' finally. I've heard it repeatedly ever since I came home. Sometimes being a responsible adult isn't all it's cracked up to be. But then he looks at me with those big blue eyes and calls me 'mum' and I melt.
It feels like time for a scotch and a bath.
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| x01. Shut the bloody fuck up. |
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Posted by TILDY. on February 7th, 2009 @ 11:32pm
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Who the bloody fuck has their music up so loud this late? This is not a fucking rave and I have a kid who'd like to sleep. Instead, it sounds like a porno being filmed downstairs. I am this close to coming down there and cutting your bollocks off and shoving them up your arse. THIS CLOSE.
Actually, I'm calling security. Right now. We're fucking witches and wizards. There are spells to keep your sounds to yourself. And now I'm awakened from a sound sleep, cranky, and having to find my own wand to take care of this while comforting a crying child. Basically, prepare to die.
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Posted by TILDY. on January 31st, 2009 @ 3:03am
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He didn't cry when the priest gave the sermon,
Just pulled up the woolen collar on his fleece.
Crossed his arms, gave a sigh and checked the time again,
As he sat inches from the wife of the ( deceased. )
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