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Gotta rant here. I was summoned for jury duty today, so I went early in the morning, even though I got off work the previous night at midnight (night shift).
The wait for us to be called wasn't so bad, but unfortunately, I was called later. The judge said the case (a civil case about rich fucks I could care less about) was going to feature 17 DAYS of testimony. Even Alan Fucking Greenspan can't talk about money for 17 days straight!
Then the judge heard various medical/financial excuses. A majority of the prospective jurors fell into either category, including me. I told the judge that my workplace only pays for 10 days of jury duty, so going past that would basically screw me out of the rent for December, not to mention the fact that my workplace is understaffed and drowning in work.
Eventually, the judge separates us into three groups: those who are rescheduled for a more convenient date, those who are assigned to a different and shorter trial, and those who are now prospective jury members for this trial.
If you guessed that I was in the third group (despite my severe financial hardship), you are correct, sir! I called my boss and told her what happened, and that I was going to compose a nice note to the judge reiterating my incapability to serve on this trial and give it to him tomorrow.
Also, the security guard that I'm subsidizing who yelled at me when I went back through the metal detector because I assumed he meant "turn back around" when he said "turn around" would have gotten a swift punch to the throat if he wasn't armed, and if I had the speed of Carl Lewis, of course.
Anyway, that's my rant. Thanks for listening.
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