Mrs. Bennet's nerves ain't got nothin' on me

The morning started off promising enough. I was sitting in Motley's courtroom again. (Madame Clerk came up to me and asked what case I was there for. I told her I was just observing. Seriously, the woman sees me 2-3 times a week for hours at a time, just sitting there. I guess she doesn't pay attention.) There was a hearing, a joint CPO, where two former lovers were fighting, with their 6 month old son in the middle (I'd also like to add that he was married with two daughters already, and his wife graciously accepted the son). There was testimony and exhibits and cross-examination and closing statements. I've been seeing a lot of actual trials lately. It's pretty cool.

So, after sitting downstairs for a while, I went upstairs to rendezvous with Kelli and others for lunch. I checked my email and saw that Kimberly had some things for me to do. I pulled a CPO case from the clerk's office to get an address. Then she wanted me to go to the MPD 5th District to pick up a police report. I checked the Metro site and discovered that I had to get there by Metro, then bus. I've never actually taken public bus by myself before. (In fact, the only time I can actually recall doing so at all was in Paris. But I had Abdel with me.) So I set off in search of a police report.

Getting on and off the Metro was easy enough. I found the bus stop all right, too. Of course, I ended up waiting for half an hour, but I got on. Then I realized I didn't know the bus stop route, so I wasn't exactly sure what stop I needed. But I figured it out. The station was there, a step in the right direction already. I got inside and talked to the little girl behind the counter. She looked for about 10 minutes, then declared the report was not there. This was news to me, since Kimberly had called the station the day before to verify that it was there. So I went there for nothing. It was a little touch and go getting back to the Metro; I ended up getting on on another stop, but it was ok. I spent three hours doing nothing. When I got back to the OAG office, I told Kimberly. Naturally, she was peeved. I called the records department to see if the report was there. It was. Kimberly asked me to pick it up. Where do you think the records department is? At the MPD Headquarters. Where do you think that is? Right between the courthouse and the OAG office. So I walked about 100 ft to the building and figured out where I needed to go. Then I spent about 10 minutes arguing with the woman there; she kept telling me that I needed to fill out this form and pay $3, and I kept telling her that I worked for the DC OAG. Eventually she let me take the copy without paying. Sometimes the incompetency rampant in our government(s) scares me.

It's turned colder here. It's supposed to be in the mid- to lower-60s this weekend. Lisa told me that it snowed at home today. I guess DC is a little more south...er... (*shrugs*) than Chicago.