The Joy of Jury Duty
Well, today was the big day. Over the past week I've been in a sort of funk because I knew that within a few short days, I'd have to go to Jury Duty and find out if I would have to be assigned to a Jury or if I would be set free. Anyways, here is my adventure today..
Last night I set my alarm for 6:30AM (I had to be at the stupid courthouse at 7:45, and it's a 30 minute drive.) I also ended up falling asleep at about 3:30 am, I went to bed at around midnight, but couldn't sleep because I knew if I fell asleep I'd have to wake up early to go to the shitty courthouse. You can imagine the joy I was feeling last night as I drifted to sleep for a whole 3 hours.
I awoke to the funfilled sound of my alarm, buzzing a beeping louder then C3P0 on speed. I struggled to turn off the alarm as it seemed to get louder and louder. Finally, with a swift slam of my fist against the clock/radio/alarm, it turned off. I then uttered some swear words under my breath as I layed in bed waiting for that wonderful sound of my father knocking at my door telling me that it was time to go. (I got somewhat lucky, the courthouse I was assigned to happened to be about a block away from where he works, so I was able to hitch a ride with him). I stumbled out of bed, put on some pants (that's right, I sleep in the nude, settle down Tex) and wandered into the bathroom to brush my teeth and put on deodarant. I didn't bother showering, seeing as I wanted to look as unkempt and dirty as possible in order to ensure a bad first impression should I actually get called into a courtroom for actual jury selection. Finally, i threw on a T-shirt and left the house.
My dad was used to waking up this early, so he was cheerful, god bless him. He took me to Mcdonalds and purchased some Suasage Mcmuffins for us. It was one of the few times I was awake early enough to enjoy the delicious breakfast sandwiches that Mickey D's (as the cool kids who do drugs call it) provides. I dozed off in the car for a while, awoken by the sound of my dads voice telling me to wake up, we had arrived. I exited the car with my bag of goodies to keep me occupied (Some PC Gamer Magazines, my Gameboy Advance, and a comic book my friend let me borrow about zombies).
I stood before a large building, very unpleasant and intimidating. I walked through the big doors to see a metal detector. I went through it, went up stairs to the "Jury Assembly Room" where us potential jurors are herded to. We were then instructed to sit down and await further instructions. I sat down on one of the few couches that were strown about, and relaxed.
About 30 minutes later, a woman who was way to happy to be there came on the microphone and started giving instructions and information about what the plan for the day was. You could tell she was actually getting paid to be there, unlike me, who was only there because of the idle threat on the envelope of the juror notification letter I recieved ("NOTICE THIS IS A JUROR NOTIFICATION LETTER, DO NOT IGNORE, FAILURE TO COMPLY MAY RESULT IN A FINE AND AN ARREST." Yeah, great way to get people to show up, when in doubt, threaten people and take away their god given "Freedom" that you dipshits tout with such pride. Sorry, but being forced to wake up at 6 am to go to a large, uncomfortable building for a full day WITHOUT getting paid is not freedom. ****ing hypocrits, "civic duty" my ass). This women then put on a fun filled propoganda video saying how "important" jury duty is, and how interesting and fun filled it can be. I watched with a scowl on my face, wanting to show each and every persons face in taht video the business end of a shovel. Finally the nazi....er...Jury bullshit video ended, and to my surprise a judge actually took the mic and started talking to us. He seemed like a nice enough fellow, although for a judge, he was extremely poorly spoken, he stuttered all the time and mispronounced words regularly, an obvious advocator of George W Bush. Anyways, the guy was decent enough, untill he started making these horrificly ridiculous comparisons of the war in Iraq too Jury duty. I was to shocked by these lies to really remember them. (He said something along the lines of - "We're living in somethign of a police state, we never know when or if a terrorist attack may happen and it's up to each and every citizen to do what they can to help. I know what you're saying 'What can I, a simple citizen, do to help our country in this dire time?' Well, you can serve as a juror." As soon as I heard this I laughed out loud, luckily I was behind a wall so he didn't see me, but still, it was one of the most stupid statements I've ever heard.
Anyways, the rest of the day consisted of me sitting on a couch reading magazines and my friends comic book. I'd doze off to sleep occasionally, and surprise surprise, they never called me into a courtroom for questioning. I sat there idly, and I could have simply not shown up and no one would have known. I went home feeling both happy and upset. Happy because I didn't have to worry about being on a juror, thus having to go back to that hell hole. And upset because I should have just followed my instinct and ignore that bullshit threat that they give on the envelope, and simply stayed home.
Well, they won't fool me twice, next time I get a jury summons, it's going where it belongs, right in the trash. Luckily the day promises to get much better, seeing as Doom 3, one of the most highly anticipated PC games of all time is going to be available for purchase in a matter of hours. Perhaps blowing zombies heads off will get my mind off of my wanting to blow judges and lawyers heads off.