What doesn't kill me only makes me stronger

While at the courts today, all i could think was... Labor.
I mean Labor must be so much worse than what i went through and if my ex-house maid can go through it twice every 3 years, hell I gotta have more balls than that (no puns intended!)
The place looked like a flea market of lawyers, all sizes, shapes, colours but ruggedly used abused and bashed around, mostly deshaped, balding.
Just one question sums up the entire day: Is justice this tough to get or are we too tough to get justice any more?