Today was Marriage Factory Day. I did my hair and make up, dressed in my Big Girl clothes, I was ready to do marriage ceremonies. I arrived and several clerks said they were so glad I was there. The morning had been busy.
Well, for me, not so much. Not a wedding all afternoon. I sat and read. It was a good book but I am there for the weddings. I even dozed off a couple of times, the time change hit me hard this year. Anyway I was told all about the seven weddings that morning. Then Clerk D told me the Occupiers had been there.
The Occupiers were going to all county Clerk Recoders' offices to protest the "theft of homes" by banks. Ours turned out to be a non event. Three people showed up, put crime scene tape around poles and stood there for an hour. A reporter, maybe Jimmy Olsen, rode up on his bike, asked a couple of questions, and left. The Occupiers then left also.
This was a day you could say was wasted for me. But I don't. I was there to help. The staff was glad I was there. They knew if people showed up, I would handle it. They hate the days volunteers aren't there.