I admit when I’m wrong. Sometimes I don’t know everything. Those moments are few and far between—unless we’re discussing marriages and relationships, in which case I’m 100% wrong 100% of the time. {D} was not the footnote fairy.he did not write any policy for the State of Vermont. I simply blew something minor up in my mind and overreacted like a lunatic.
I’m actually quite embarrassed. I fired off an email, attached the lawsuit, and told them it was him who wrote it and that ethics reviews were needed. And they’re… very nice people. Very simple, formal: “Yeah, no, he doesn’t work here, and he didn’t write anything.” Unless of course they’re lying—but yeah, no.
I need to get out of the research loop. It’s fucking unhealthy. I should not know this much about the State of Vermont. And {D} is probably never going to be allowed back, even though I will restate: blacklisting employees was outlawed in Vermont in 2018, because of course I looked it up. The thing about being a person who knows everything is that you start thinking of the strangest points—like, is there a waiting period you need to stay out of government before you can go back?
I don’t know. It feels like he gave up the law license a little too easily—it’s not that fucking expensive. Or maybe he’s that broke and unemployed. I don’t know which. There’s this line where I could have either completely destroyed his career or propelled him into a higher tax bracket. And I’m not sure which has happened, and that bugs me.
The reason I try to know everything is that I hate not knowing. That applies to everything generally, not just this case.
In other news, our hearing got canceled today. The judge recused herself before the hearing and canceled it. We’re now scheduled for a status hearing on the 21st. Weird thing, though—the judge the case has been reassigned to was just suspended without pay for six months. So another “senior” judge should (I emphasize should, because I’m basing this off my panicked text to LawyerBoy this morning and his response) be taking over the case, and no one knows who that is. I suppose it’s unimportant—but yikes, we got the losing ticket in the judge raffle.
Apparently there are seven judges involved in whatever is going on with the judge who recused herself, if the news story I saw is related to her lawsuit. Again with the knowing everything—I’m trying not to. But I feel a big Google coming on. I’ll be looking at local judges like a fucking fantasy football draft, and I know it.
The good news is I do have LawyerBoy. He knows his way around, clerked for a judge, and is doing litigation now, so I might get the skinny on some of these people. But again, not sure it really matters.
Anyway, I was wrong, and I’m sorry. I’m kind of a compulsive researcher, and I shouldn’t have freaked out like that without getting the answer first. But thanks for bearing with me as I panicked over rapists having authority and power
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