So why don't you get the fuck out, Wendy?

[Handsome B. Wonderful]

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Rogue alcoholic court reporter kept writing ‘I hate my job’

By Rebecca Rosenberg, Reuven Fenton and Bruce Golding

April 3, 2014 | 3:27am

An alcoholic Manhattan court stenographer went rogue, channeling his inner “Shining” during a high-profile criminal trial and repeatedly typing, “I hate my job, I hate my job” instead of the trial dialogue, sources told The Post.

The bizarre antics by Daniel Kochanski, who has since been fired, wreaked havoc on some 30 Manhattan court cases, sources said, and now officials are scrambling to repair the damage.

One high-level source said his “gibberish” typing may have jeopardized hard-won convictions by giving criminals the chance to claim crucial evidence is missing.

Kochanski’s botched transcripts include the 2010 mortgage-fraud trial of Aaron Hand, who was also convicted of trying to hire a hit man to take out a witness against him.

A source familiar with the case said Kochanski’s transcripts of that trial were a total mess.

“It should have been questions and answers — instead it was gibberish,” the source said.

And in a scene right out of 1980’s “The Shining,” where Jack Nicholson’s off-the-rails writer repeatedly types “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy,” a source said of Kochanski: “He hit random keys or wrote, ‘I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job,’ over and over.”

Claudia Trupp, of the Center for Appellate Litigation, said her office was handling the appeals in Hand’s and nine other cases.

“I never had a situation where a single court reporter was responsible for so much damage,” she said.

Kochanski, 43, was fired in March 2012 for misconduct, said Office of Court Administration spokesman David Bookstaver.

Sources said the Manhattan DA’s Office arrested Kochanski and forced him to try to make sense of his shorthand typing.

But that effort apparently failed. Judges have been holding “reconstruction hearings” at which everyone involved in a case has to testify about what they remember.

“This situation is terrible for everybody,” Trupp said. “It’s very difficult to come up with a sufficient record based on everybody’s recollection years after the event.”

The troubled stenographer’s dad, Ed Kochanski, said his son “became an alcoholic” about five years ago, costing him his marriage and job.

He said his son was in rehab when they last spoke about three years ago.

Ex-wife Heather Kochanski said, “The pressure of that job pushed him over the edge, leading him to lose everything.”

By phone Wednesday, Kochanski denied screwing up his transcripts.

“I never typed gibberish. I always did my job 100 percent. I was let go because of substance abuse,” he said.

“I’m in recovery. July will be one year I’m clean,” he said.

Additional reporting by Steven Hirsch and Laurel Babcock

http://nypost.com/2014/04/03/alcoholic- ... -verdicts/

I can certainly relate to that. I hate my job too.

[norton ash]

I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress I repeat myself when under stress

[elfismiles]

For the record, I don't hate my job... Oh there have been trying times but I'm really quite lucky.

And it's an honorable and needed service - providing reading material for the print disabled.

Was Just gettin Inta the spirit of the thread.

I hope those who hate there jobs find a happy way out

[brekin]

Man, I remember when you all be like:



Now, you just all be like:



Why you be like that and no like that?

[norton ash]

Cause we all be like "Free will? Yes, you're right, we have no choice."

[brekin]

Cause we all be like "Free will? Yes, you're right, we have no choice."

Huh? Not sure I follow you. I was referring to JackRiddlers strange behavior as of late, compared to his earlier behavior. Hence the juxtaposition of the Riddler images. But I guess for this thread free association is the rule anyways. So, I'll go next. I'll see your "Free Will?" and raise you "Lionhead rabbits."

[norton ash]

Lionhead rabbits it is. We shall meet at dawn, sir. Choose your weapons. I will choose Toronto metal band. I heard Jack was going to college or something. Shout out to 82-28.

Do not approach me with that lionhead, sir. There is a rabbit that awaits you. (Edited version of Game of Thrones.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnxkfLe ... nxkfLe4G74

[MacCruiskeen]

So why don't you get the fuck out, Wendy?

I would prefer not to.

[IanEye]

he was strange from the beginning
in the way he would react
but his eyes were full of sadness
so i gave the job to him

[brekin]

Lionhead rabbits it is. We shall meet at dawn, sir. Choose your weapons. I will choose Toronto metal band. I heard Jack was going to college or something. Shout out to 82-28.

Do not approach me with that lionhead, sir. There is a rabbit that awaits you. (Edited version of Game of Thrones.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OnxkfLe ... nxkfLe4G74

Interesting. I realize I've been playing the Kinks, Village Green Society video you posted in another thread.
I'm not sure if I completely agree with your metaphysics, sir, but I like your style.

[norton ash]

Love all ways. I love Ian Eye and that Bartleby reference... one of the first accurate depictions of clinical depression in literature. OK, there's Shakespeare and Dostoevski, but I've shared a cube with Bartleby.

[DrEvil]

I hope those who hate there jobs find a happy way out

I did. I quit, and told my boss to go fuck himself (not in those exact words, but I think he got the hint. Next time I ran into him he looked like he wanted to run and hide). Best decision I ever made.

[Project Willow]

I both love and hate my job atm. I'm very fortunate in that I get to work from home, and the folks at the mid-sized firm that has taken me on for a contract seem like super nice people, but the job itself is whooping up on me, stretching my skills to their limit, which I usually appreciate, but not as much when it's in service to a (well, I can't say whom the end client is). Coding 40 hours a week leaves me no energy or time to paint. It's also made me painfully aware of what I do with my time when left entirely to my own devices. I hadn't noticed how much time I spend on the Internets every day, either being social, writing a few paragraphs here and there, or generally taking care of Art business, or general business. I spend at least 3 hours each day just doing.... schtuff, all the little incidentals that get me into shows, or new gigs, or etc., most of which must come to a halt now.

Going into RI territory... there is some programming against getting too good a job or doing too well in normative life, for some of us MC folks, it depends on the scenario of course. That's definitely the case for myself. It's a big, mixed up pot of internalized formal and informal messages against doing too well. The network views as a threat any slave who manages to amass enough financial resources to pay for various services that might lead to serious investigative and/or therapeutic interventions. Then there's the on the ground reality of having to manage one's internal system and parts well enough to actually perform without significant distractions for so many hours a week, which is difficult for a lot of us.

Getting back to general politics, there has been a renewed interest in the concept of "mincome" lately. Was there a thread here about the experiments with the idea in 1970's? Seriously, I don't know how anyone with a full time job manages anything outside of performing that job, plus a pared down routine of the daily requirements of life. The quality of life must be reduced for anyone who is fully employed and who does not have a "wife". That's how the system was originally modeled. I can't even imagine what a struggle a single parent working full time must go through, but then perhaps it's difficult for me to imagine how people who don't have the peculiar challenges that I have manage their own challenges.

Oh dear, well, l I've just gone off on a few tangents. I decided to take the afternoon off and work on Saturday instead, or perhaps extend my daily hours the rest of the week to make it up.

Suffice it to say, all coding and no art, and no activism, make PW a very dull girl.

Life is too short. I should just be making art, but of course in our twisted system, there are no allowances for that, outside of the "market", and the market has no eye for history. I don't say that specifically in regard to my own creations. It's just that, the loss is so great when the operating principle behind most of life's choices is commodification, which we all know well enough. Although it's difficult sometimes to discern the boundary between idiosyncratic programming, and cultural wide dysfunction, I can't help but mourn the waste of time that is spent "earning money".

Blurrgh.

[JackRiddler]

It takes a special board to keep my dumbest throw-away joke thread going six years later with completely serious, unrelated, insightful posts. Thanks willow et al.