I`ve told you before how dangerous I am... here`s the post .. I Am Danger!
Well it seems I've done it again...holy terror that I am....
I'm going through the very complicated process of self representation for my own divorce. On one hand, I'm glad you are allowed to go through this without the very expensive and not-guaranteed expertise of legal representation...however, the process itself is still overly complicated when you and the ex don't agree on everything.
I had a motion to file, which means I also had to have an affidavit of service to file which proves I served the defendent the motion prior to filing. The affidavit must be notorized before I can file it. Now if you go anywhere BUT the courthouse to have something notorized, there's a fee attached, and I'm basically broke. The courthouse is 45 minutes away...so the challenge is, to get the notorizing done for free, THEN be able to take a copy of it for my own records. Fun times.
So I packed up my paperwork along with a pen, paperclips, a stapler...you know, all the junk I figured I would need in order to get everything done in one trip. Like I said, I'm broke...driving around isn't an option with the insane price of gas.
So into the courthouse I go.
Security is high at the courthouse. It should be...Oshawa can be rough and it has it's fair share of upstanding citizens, if you know what I mean. You have to put your belongings through the x-ray machine and walk through the metal detector. Police officers are there watching everyone carefully, ensuring the safety of the people inside. It's a good thing. I plunked my purse and paperwork into the bucket that would run through the x-ray machine and walked through the metal detector dohicky. No pat down required.
But the officer operating the x-ray machine didn't like what he saw in my purse. I looked at the screen...that bloody stapler looked like a gun!
I giggled as he went through the contents of my purse...and he started to relax a little. He asked what the box in there was...it was travel wipes. He pulled out my staple remover with an eyebrow raised. Opened my empty wallet. I didn't bother stifling my laugh. Hey...ya go through a woman's purse, best not have any expectations. By the time he was finished he looked completely baffled, as well he should, but he was laughing along with me. He thanked me for my patience and I told him it was exciting...no worries.
Then I told him I was tired of not looking like much, and would he mind telling everyone that I really am dangerous.
He laughed at me.
Hmpf.
Well it seems I've done it again...holy terror that I am....
I'm going through the very complicated process of self representation for my own divorce. On one hand, I'm glad you are allowed to go through this without the very expensive and not-guaranteed expertise of legal representation...however, the process itself is still overly complicated when you and the ex don't agree on everything.
I had a motion to file, which means I also had to have an affidavit of service to file which proves I served the defendent the motion prior to filing. The affidavit must be notorized before I can file it. Now if you go anywhere BUT the courthouse to have something notorized, there's a fee attached, and I'm basically broke. The courthouse is 45 minutes away...so the challenge is, to get the notorizing done for free, THEN be able to take a copy of it for my own records. Fun times.
So I packed up my paperwork along with a pen, paperclips, a stapler...you know, all the junk I figured I would need in order to get everything done in one trip. Like I said, I'm broke...driving around isn't an option with the insane price of gas.
So into the courthouse I go.
Security is high at the courthouse. It should be...Oshawa can be rough and it has it's fair share of upstanding citizens, if you know what I mean. You have to put your belongings through the x-ray machine and walk through the metal detector. Police officers are there watching everyone carefully, ensuring the safety of the people inside. It's a good thing. I plunked my purse and paperwork into the bucket that would run through the x-ray machine and walked through the metal detector dohicky. No pat down required.
But the officer operating the x-ray machine didn't like what he saw in my purse. I looked at the screen...that bloody stapler looked like a gun!
I giggled as he went through the contents of my purse...and he started to relax a little. He asked what the box in there was...it was travel wipes. He pulled out my staple remover with an eyebrow raised. Opened my empty wallet. I didn't bother stifling my laugh. Hey...ya go through a woman's purse, best not have any expectations. By the time he was finished he looked completely baffled, as well he should, but he was laughing along with me. He thanked me for my patience and I told him it was exciting...no worries.
Then I told him I was tired of not looking like much, and would he mind telling everyone that I really am dangerous.
He laughed at me.
Hmpf.
