Before I forget, I Passed the Written Exam and did not feel like twat delivering this information to Boss. I was well proud actually as I thought I would pass it. Ye hah! Next, observe two cases at a police station where the supervising solicitor gives advice and two where I give advice and Boss observes.
My life feels really good right now. I haven't won the lottery, I am still broke, but life feels good. A few changes have occurred in the last month and I believe them to be good. My work as a paralegal is great. I did not realise the real workings of a high street firm. In general they are located on a high street, near a high street, in an area where there is a need for a legally aided lawyer. This firm is BUSY. The firm has clients all over the gaff. I am impressed with the differences in the types of clients and the types of cases undertaken by Boss. Boss and Boss1 get on, but don't really get on. They tolerate each other. Boss1 never talks straight, he leans, goes around the houses, gets on the bus, takes the tube, then has the audacity to tell you that he is lost! He is a most untruthful type of chap and if I had a problem that required a solicitor, I would represent myself. If the client were illiterate, I would still tell them to represent themselves. In comparison to Boss. Boss is overworked, but not underpaid, but his attitude to the Law is the same as mine. A client comes in, gives instructions and Boss does his best to ensure the client gets the best representation. He is fair, strikingly honest and good at what he does. I like him. He reminds me of me. I didn't realise there were others out there. I am glad.
Late last week, I was at work, reading and considering some evidence for a case. I was engaged and interested in what I was doing. Boss was at a Magistrates' Court and I was told to get to Court in 20mins. I had to hand him some papers. Papers handed over and it was conference with client time. Client gave his instructions and Boss advised that client should not go down for his crime. We are in a Magistrates' Court. He did not go down for his crime, but he was punished. Suitable and adequate? Perhaps. Will he do it again? I think so, M''lud. From the Magistrates', I went back to the office. In two years time, that is going to be me, advocating on behalf of the client instead of Boss.
Back at the office, I got back to paperwork . Boss man told me that I was going to observe my first Police Station case tonight. I had to meet him at the police station. The case is a very interesting one. One that is currently in the press. There I said it. I really want to tell you, but I can't. It is sooooo interesting. I am like a kid in the candy store. So I meet Boss at the station and we are shown in by Tired Eyes Copper from the Flying Squad. Tired Eyes tells us to come through and we sit in the fishbowl. Custody Sarg is a big bloke. Bald, nice eyes, friendly but observant. Makes eye contact. Tired Eyes gives less eye contact. This may be because he is going to be in the Interview on the case that is in the papers right now. We see the client and he says little, gives his instructions and we then go for the interview. Tired Eyes has hooked up with AngryCop. AngryCop and Tired Eyes proceed with the interview. Client says nowt and this angers AngryCop and makes Tired Eyes, more tired, dare I say. After interview where nowt was said, I leave the police station knowing I have to get up in a few hours time to attend the Magistrates' Court so that Client can make a first appearance. Client remained in Custody and will make a second appearance at a Crown Court on the next available working day.
Local Authority has had a few changes. If you remember, Manager person was "run out" of her job and has not been seen since, save a stint on a TV programme. The TV appearance was recorded whilst she was still in post. The TV programme only looks at what other people call the "sexy" part of my job. I don't think it is sexy. It doesn't give me goose pimples, leave a big fat grin on my face, or if done propa, leave me tired! I like what I do, but I do not want to do it for that much longer. I want to be a Criminal Barrister and I will be. I have to be. What else would I do? I am too opinionated and my vicarious love of Criminals, will always leave me wanting for a Courthouse. I love being in Court. I feel alive when I am in Court.
