Happy winter!

It's been a while since I last wrote here, but actually, nothing's really happened.

I always have some audiences to go to, some paperwork to do, some law lessons to go. Last week sounded a bit different, as I had to go on Saturday to another town's university to learn all day long about criminal procedure. I have to admit that until the last minute, I wasn't sure whether or not I'd go ; I had seen te last Harry Potter film on Friday night, after having a Harry Potter-marathon with my two bests friends, I had slept only five hours and on Saturday night was planned a big party for another friend's birthday. So, all week I prayed for snow, which could impeach me to go by car. By doing so, I was just feeling guilty, but I also felt lazy, but I also felt curious about the day, which promised to be interesting.

I lay there, in my bed, just after my clock rang. I had decided it would be better to go by train, so I could sleep in it. The tramway to the station was coming at 7.10 am, which meant I had to get out of my parent's house, where I slept this weekend, at 7 am. At 6.54, I still was in my warm bed, wondering what to do. Anyway, I found myself looking for the Law Faculty at 8.45 am. The day and the lessons were great, actually ; I didn't regret I went. I was of course a bit sleepy, but I convinced myself I was young and this was nothing but another oh-God-I-shouldn't-have-got-out-yesterday day.

This week has only begun, yet it's already horrible. On Monday, I had to be at 9 o'clock at the Law Courts to hear some witnesses examination. I had prepared the case for a very long time and was utmost ready. It wasn't mine, though, but my lover's father, who's a lawyer too, had given it to me so he hadn't to move here just for it. Given my weekend, I went to bed at 9 pm on Sunday, hoping to resolve all my problem with a good night's sleep. Around eleven, my mobile rang : my sweet boyfriend. We missed each other, but as I was very tired and already sleeping, I half heard what he was saying.

At 7.15 am, I woke up wondering if this had all be a dream : I remembered my lover telling me that the witnesses examination wouldn't happen this morning because they hadn't been called, so obviously, they wouldn't come. The Greffe had made an error, which had been communicated to the parties on Friday, and the dominus litis (the lawyer that has the case, here my future father-in-law) had sent me an email on Friday afternoon, which I obviously hadn't seen, for I was watching Harry Potter 7/I at that time, then hanging with friends or at my parents' all weekend without being able to check my emails. My computer was at the office, so I couldn't check at home before going to the Palace. The story seemed completely crazy to me, and I wasn't sure whether I had dreamed it or not. I hurried to the office, and there it was : all was cancelled, because none of the witnesses had been warned, but I still had to go to organize another special audience. I ran back to the car, drove to the Law Courts and arrived at 8.50, so I had time to find the room. But I didn't. As it was a special audience, the 3rd Civil Chamber didn't hold it in room 518, for another Tribunal was sitting there. I asked every single people who could have helped me for advice, the Greffe civil, the Greffe des rôles, the Barreau's secretary, some lawyers, the man at the entrance of the Palace, everyone. I had some hope when I discovered that the room for inquiries was the 490, but when I got there, the lamps weren't lit and it was deserted.

When they say the murderer always comes back to his crime's spot, I think it's because it can reveal usefull. In front of the 518, I saw a lawyer, apparently waiting his time to enter it. Quite desperate, I asked him if he wouldn't know what to do when you have inquiries that can be hold because someone at the Greffe forgot to call the witnesses but when you still have to chose another date with two other lawyers that were due to come too. He nodded and told me "yeah, that's here", pointing at a door next to the 518. It led to a corridor and to a small office, where the judge was already waiting. The lawyer came in with me, and then it was okay, because he was one of the other two lawyers I was looking for. The third never came, we chose in the judge's calendar when to have a new special audience and left.

Today's morning wasn't horrible, but lasted loooooong. I just had two files, the first in Youth and the second at 9.40 in Divorces. For the divorce, the adversary had warned us she would take the case at 9.40 sharp, should we be there or not. I told the Youth's huissier I was there, so he gave me an my adversary the number 2, and I hurried to the Divorces Chamber. Believe it or not, the old menacing lawyer wasn't anywhere to be seen. At 9.55, growling against old bats, I came back to Youth, but the other lawyer had disappeared, even though we were the next to go before the judge. Her client and mine, who had reached an agreement, were waiting in the hall, not understanding why their lawyers should run all day in the Palace without even bothering taking their case. I searched her for twenty minutes, then ran into my divorce's adversary, who said "oh, you're there, I saw your note in the file, I think I arrived right after you left". Yes, I bet. Old bat. I followed her to Divorces Chamber, and it was horrible because my client didn't want to divorce from her's, but I had to take five minutes to tell the lady she couldn't go against that. What's really sad is that those ten minutes changed her life forever, and that I hadn't more time to give her to calm her grief.

I got back to Youth, when the clients told me the other one hadn't come back yet. It was already 10.30 ; fortunately, I heard some other lawyer say that she was in the Parloir, meaning she was drinking a coffee while her client, and mine, were both skipping work and waiting there, and their daughter was skipping school for nothing. Running to the Parloir, I was angry at my colleague for letting these people wait without any news, while they had arrived (and us too) so early and the case was so simple, because they agreed on everything. For heaven's sake, we had number 2! Numbers 3, 4, 5 and some others had finished for a long time and I was still struck there because she was drinking coffee.

At last, I found her, but she stopped me from talking because she absolutely had to have a cigarette. I couldn't say anything, because I'm so young and junior, and she's so experimented and so nice, I must admit it, with me. Her kindness and my uneperience saved her from my anger, but I'm still not happy with all that.

I could come back at the office at 11.30. Crap of a day. Except for the snowing ; I love the snow, even if it's cold and bad for my car. At least, Christmas is not far.