Bored at work, you spaced out on the job and tried to escort the plaintiff—not the newly convicted defendant—to jail. Whoops. And now you're escorting yourself to the nearest unemployment office.

No donuts in the break room. Without any interesting cases all day, that alone is enough to break your spirits. Are donuts really too much to ask for after twelve hours on your feet?

During one of the most boring civil cases you've ever witnessed, you busted a man in the back of the courtroom whose cell phone beeped one time too many. It's the small things that keep you sane.

The defendant, a high-profile mob boss, made a run for it. Thankfully, you remembered to put the shackles on, so the "run" was more of an awkward limp to the door. Either way, you look good.

You're the bailiff for what critics are calling the "trial of the century." Yup, that's you telling the Supreme Court justices to stand up, and that's your face displayed on television screens across the world.