Hacker beats Gypsy, Round 5
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This time there was a whole room to enjoy watching me play with my self-situated puppets motivated by their long history of taking advantage of people in sensitive situations…
First Time in Eviction Court
Apparently a 10 am appointment in the Dallas County Justice of the Peace system means a “cattle call” getting a bunch of cases on the docket to go through…starting at 10 am. So while it’s true my case could’ve been at 10 am sharp, online I did not see any indicators of how they are ordered. Honestly I don’t care, I’m a person who is honored and actually quite happy to go to Jury Duty because I feel it is extremely important and anyone who makes a joke or takes pride in skipping it is an asshole.
The Jefferson Street Government Building is fantastic. Excellent parking free, great location for public transit corridors, and once inside, it gets a lot better. The team responsible did a very skilled job with the atmosphere of the facility, because it is light tones, Earth tones, and, well, it’s something more like a nice airport terminal actually. It does not feel intimidating or negative in the space — quite the opposite — when taking notes about the color scheme, I genuinely felt a dash of hope that in this place, the bright lights and feel were positive, that good things can and do happen here.
Nice Suit, Good Work!
During the session I saw an Attorney working with her Clients — all were defense cases if I recall correctly. Her aquamarine suit looked very nice. Both the style and the color, but the color really was choice. She was competent, firm with grace in her vocal tone, and definitely earned her money and maybe more. It was wonderful to see the process in action from my seat.
Women Like You…
This sidebar story is going to offend quite a few woke types and I’m happy to poke you in the eye over it. Why? Because I made the mental connection of how this Woman thought about herself is exactly the mechanism that makes email phishing campaigns work better on Women than Men.
Wait, what is the point…
Women in the workplace often deal with an imposter syndrome or self-worth conflict whereby they aspire to heights and importance yet within are struggling to accept they deserve it — so they work really hard and try their best. Their work is typically excellent. They put on a strong face.
So of course she was bold coming up at first when I was taking care of my affairs and doing Gonzo Journalism which she didn’t know, didn’t care to ask about, or, ya know, probably has even fucking heard of it…
“Were you taking our picture?!”
“Hmm? No.”
“Then what were you taking a picture of?!!”
“The Guy carrying a blade in Court.”
With that she didn’t have anything else to say, so I grunted and she went back to her seat.
Woman, you were IN the picture but you were not the SUBJECT of the picture — I’m a Journalist, it happens. For the record, if I could’ve taken the photo without her in it, even better. Why? If I do use the photo, she’s going to be Cropped Out of Frame anyway!
Thinking you were the purpose of the photo is the kind of self-importance that leads Professional Women to open Phishing Emails because they want to be more important than they are or justify their role, whereas Men are generally (though declining) more suspicious of Status-Based manipulation.
Yeah, my ex-Wife had to do KnowBe4 training four (4) times before our Divorce. Her boss? Six or more I think, but she needs the money her Husband routinely loses $20,000 gambling every five years or so. Maybe somebody at Tyler Technologies is willing to mention the Birth / Current / Whatever Gender of the Employee who was the Phishing victim that caused millions of dollars of cleanup…
Five Minutes!
Though the Husband’s name is on the papers, the Wife showed up as well. I am trying my best to keep my distance from her. Why? Well, I texted them about it when leading up to this and I never got a response either way…
Until evidence is shown otherwise, my legitimate Animal and Medical Experience leads me to believe [REDACTED NAME] has Rabies.
She said it was going to take five minutes for the Judge to rule in their favor. Well, maybe if we got to the merits of the case, it might have gone that way, but nope, it wasn’t five minutes. It was about two and a half-minutes.
Judge: Were you served a Notice?
Me: Yes sir, back dated a day.
Judge: So it is dated 12/7 and you received it 12/8?
Me: Yes your Honor.
Judge: Was this delivered on 12/8?
Muscle Gypsy: I printed it late the night of 12/8 I mean 12/7 and delivered it 12/8.
Judge: Okay.
Muscle Gypsy: It was a Saturday.
Judge: Okay, so based on this he had XX days to pay, which was until 12/15, and you filed on 12/14.
Me: Thank you your Honor, that’s how my Calendar works too.
Judge: I rule for Austin.
Muscle Gypsy: So I can re-file today?!
Judge: Uh, yes…
So that was about two minutes total but considering Rabies Gypsy got all dressed up in a crushed velvet black number, folder in hand, was certain that she could back up her shit talk to my face that “if you don’t pay rent you don’t get to live there…you’re not safe in there either, this is MY house” I turned into a fun disco jam.
Rabies Gypsy: But your Honor, it’s AN EMERGENCY EVICTION!
Oh, no, for real she went into her routine about how I’m a threat to the neighbors, ruining the place — specifically mentioning hair dye in the bathroom, which of course, fucking five alarm fire right there — and Muscle Gypsy actually turned and tried to hush her.
…but it’s an EMERGENCY EVICTION!!!
