Friday, September 09, 2005
JURY DUTY: day 1
quite an experience, that jury duty. I dutifully jotted down most everything that happened in a little journal being the anal freak (not that kind of anal freak) that I am. you may regret wasting your time reading this.
[08:40] I was cruising right on time for my 8:45 start time. I marched up the New York State Supreme Court steps and waited in line at the security check point. the officers were actually very friendly. though they had these uneasy smiles as if to say "please don't blow up this building. please."
[08:50] there must be over a hundred of us all sitting in these VERY NICE PLUSH INDIVIDUAL SEATS. so this is where my tax dollars go (that and the motion sensor flushy toilets). anyway we're twiddling our thumbs wondering what's going to happen next. right near me I notice a girl whom I can only describe as "Mischa Barton At Age 23" and she is rightfully hot. dudes walking up the aisles are totally checking her out. I wonder if they think they're sneaking sneaky peeks, because they're doing a fucking horrible job at it.
[09:10] some late stragglers still coming in. fuckers. I rushed out of the house for this?! I'm reading Our Band Could Be Your Life and it's good.
[09:25] finally they have us watch this orientation VIDEO that has some hilarious "acting" and narrated by diane sawyer.
[10:20] they call up 30 names to be potential jurors in some case. I'm not one of the names called. poo. I'm reading about Black Flag.
[11:00] another 30 names are called up. still not me. (note: mischa barton girl [henceforth MBG] still hasn't been called either. she's reading The Five People You Meet In Heaven.)
[12:30] lunch break! back at 2.
[14:05] in the elevator back from lunch. the doors are closing and two lawyer-types are hurrying to get in. I hit the [doors open] button, but they didn't say thanks. fuckers.
[14:35] YES! called up for a 40-person whopper jury call-up thing. AND it's in another building! we're escorted to the neighboring building and walk through a series of corridors. we enter a section of the building marked NARCOTICS DEPARTMENT and I'm thinking "SWEET this is a drug case." we enter a little court room and we get to fidget around until...
[15:45] ...we're told we can't talk to anybody about what we're about to hear. this super secret case, to give you a hint, rhymes with RENTAL-PAL-CACTUS. boo. there are a bunch of lawyers here -- I thought there were supposed to be just two? anyway, half of them start yakking at us and...
[16:30] ...we're done for the day! we are to return the next day at 10am sharp. surely there will be stragglers...
TO BE CONTINUED DAMMIT
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[08:40] I was cruising right on time for my 8:45 start time. I marched up the New York State Supreme Court steps and waited in line at the security check point. the officers were actually very friendly. though they had these uneasy smiles as if to say "please don't blow up this building. please."
[08:50] there must be over a hundred of us all sitting in these VERY NICE PLUSH INDIVIDUAL SEATS. so this is where my tax dollars go (that and the motion sensor flushy toilets). anyway we're twiddling our thumbs wondering what's going to happen next. right near me I notice a girl whom I can only describe as "Mischa Barton At Age 23" and she is rightfully hot. dudes walking up the aisles are totally checking her out. I wonder if they think they're sneaking sneaky peeks, because they're doing a fucking horrible job at it.
[09:10] some late stragglers still coming in. fuckers. I rushed out of the house for this?! I'm reading Our Band Could Be Your Life and it's good.
[09:25] finally they have us watch this orientation VIDEO that has some hilarious "acting" and narrated by diane sawyer.
[10:20] they call up 30 names to be potential jurors in some case. I'm not one of the names called. poo. I'm reading about Black Flag.
[11:00] another 30 names are called up. still not me. (note: mischa barton girl [henceforth MBG] still hasn't been called either. she's reading The Five People You Meet In Heaven.)
[12:30] lunch break! back at 2.
[14:05] in the elevator back from lunch. the doors are closing and two lawyer-types are hurrying to get in. I hit the [doors open] button, but they didn't say thanks. fuckers.
[14:35] YES! called up for a 40-person whopper jury call-up thing. AND it's in another building! we're escorted to the neighboring building and walk through a series of corridors. we enter a section of the building marked NARCOTICS DEPARTMENT and I'm thinking "SWEET this is a drug case." we enter a little court room and we get to fidget around until...
[15:45] ...we're told we can't talk to anybody about what we're about to hear. this super secret case, to give you a hint, rhymes with RENTAL-PAL-CACTUS. boo. there are a bunch of lawyers here -- I thought there were supposed to be just two? anyway, half of them start yakking at us and...
[16:30] ...we're done for the day! we are to return the next day at 10am sharp. surely there will be stragglers...
TO BE CONTINUED DAMMIT
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