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tiamatladyand excercise in human asshattery.
Or, as it's called, jury duty
No, I'm not called to, so I think I detail my experience, which, unlike some I've heard, was relatively painless.
so I get moving late. I was actually AWAKE early enough, enough to hear the Buffy Musical episode, and to hear them cut short the "I've Got a Theory" song (right after Anya's bunny montage.) I hate not being able to get moving. I used to be on time everywhere now I'm late all the time. It sucks. I got too used to getting somewhere when I got there.
Anyway, I run into asshats of traffic, and get to the courthouse late. Fortunately for me I drove down last night to check on where and hows of parking. Unfortunately I got stuck behind someone who was going to the same place, but DIDN'T drive down last night. They however, turned right instead of left so I got into the lot and passed ther person trying to get back to the lot. Ha ha ha. Next time don't be a beyatch.
I wasn't the last person in the room, and DAMN are these buildings old. Not Charming old, not castle old, but 1960's bad decor old. They sat us in a room with crappy benches. There was a WHOLE room full of people, several rooms actually, and I thought this was a lot of people. About an hour after I got there they moved us to the courthouse actual, we'd been in the deeds office.
Sit in grand courtroom, think L&O, get told stuff by clerk, get told MORE stuff by judge, get asked questions. Get stupid questions asked. Start lining up by number to get either enpaneled, or questioned. Since they didn't excuse a hell of a lot of people, then got the 23 quick and that was that. The judge told us to go back and sit, but then an officer told us we were done.
Took about 2 hours. Yikes. That's not the all day affair. That the OTHER room was doing. Seems THEY were not grand jurors, just regular ones, and THEY were sitting all freakin day.
It's too bad, since it's a morning's worth of work twice a week, maybe, for three months. It could be longer, it could be more than 2 times a week, but honestly, I could do it. I'd rather do it instead of someone who had kids or a job where they were a lynchpin. Might have been interesting. They didn't even get to my group number, let alone me.
Now, the asshattery. When you went in you were supposed to have two forms filled out. One is an info sheet, one is a financial info sheet, for determining how much you'd get compensated if picked. You didn't need that one unless you got picked. If you forgot the info sheet, the clerk gave you one, and your panel number card, asked you to fill it out. You also got a sheet to read, with the financial info attached.
ABout a half hour after I turned mine in, and sat, gthe clerk came back through to make sure she had them all. No less than three people around me start furiously scrambling for pens "What does she mean, what form? this form? WHAT FORM???" *sighs**facepalm* Either they weren't listening or just dumb as a post, but if she NEEDED a form she told you "go fill this out and bring it back, otherwise sit and wait." She said it to ME! and I heard her! I don't think it's too much to ask that you PAY ATTENTION for the five effing seconds.
Some of these same people missed on the form that you were supposed to go to the deeds office. I've done that, I understand that. All you really need is for it to happen once, and it happened to us in London (Heathrow and London Airport NOT the same, next time read the tickets!) So yeah, I get that. But to BE SO STUPID that you can't follow signs and directions that are CLEARLY OUT THERE, it's just scary. ONE of these people was enpaneled. DOH!!!!!!!
When we were dismissed, the judge told us to go back to the jury room. a bunch of people complained, saying they should be done. Personally, when the little lady in the black robe tells me to do something, I kinda do it. I DIDN'T hear the court officer telling people to leave, go on home. Even if I had, I'd still have gone to the room. Judge versus clerk. No brainer. Five minutes later another clerk came in and said "It's OK, you guys are indeed done, thanks!" So it was worth it to my peace of mind. The standing around, the gawking the grabbing people to ask questions, the causing one of the clerks to bump into ME trying to get out of your way., WTF people? Someone said " what are we supposed to do?" to me, I said "SHE said for us to go back to the room, so that's what I'm doing." They grabbed someone else and asked the same question. OK, tell me what the answer you want IS and you can have it. OI!
So, asshattery aside, and it was minor, I'm home now. I ate some leftovers from last night, although calling someone for lunch was tempting. I decided I needed to check my mail and decide what to do with the rest of my day. I COULD put off calling work until it's too late and they tell me not to bother coming in. I need to get to my evening client early tonight. So I'm considering taking a Mulligan, so to speak on work today, and doing some stuff for ME for a few hours. Maybe continue cleaning. But honestly, I have work to do. BUT on the other side of that, if I go in I doubt I'll be able to leave on time, to get to my client. And I have a responsibility to them too.
Yikes.
I'm going to poke around some more, call the office and finish my coffee. Then I guess we'll see.
Damn stupid people. Damn stupid me for not just taking this day off. I need to talk to the boss about taking some time off next week. Feh, even.
Or, as it's called, jury duty
No, I'm not called to, so I think I detail my experience, which, unlike some I've heard, was relatively painless.
so I get moving late. I was actually AWAKE early enough, enough to hear the Buffy Musical episode, and to hear them cut short the "I've Got a Theory" song (right after Anya's bunny montage.) I hate not being able to get moving. I used to be on time everywhere now I'm late all the time. It sucks. I got too used to getting somewhere when I got there.
Anyway, I run into asshats of traffic, and get to the courthouse late. Fortunately for me I drove down last night to check on where and hows of parking. Unfortunately I got stuck behind someone who was going to the same place, but DIDN'T drive down last night. They however, turned right instead of left so I got into the lot and passed ther person trying to get back to the lot. Ha ha ha. Next time don't be a beyatch.
I wasn't the last person in the room, and DAMN are these buildings old. Not Charming old, not castle old, but 1960's bad decor old. They sat us in a room with crappy benches. There was a WHOLE room full of people, several rooms actually, and I thought this was a lot of people. About an hour after I got there they moved us to the courthouse actual, we'd been in the deeds office.
Sit in grand courtroom, think L&O, get told stuff by clerk, get told MORE stuff by judge, get asked questions. Get stupid questions asked. Start lining up by number to get either enpaneled, or questioned. Since they didn't excuse a hell of a lot of people, then got the 23 quick and that was that. The judge told us to go back and sit, but then an officer told us we were done.
Took about 2 hours. Yikes. That's not the all day affair. That the OTHER room was doing. Seems THEY were not grand jurors, just regular ones, and THEY were sitting all freakin day.
It's too bad, since it's a morning's worth of work twice a week, maybe, for three months. It could be longer, it could be more than 2 times a week, but honestly, I could do it. I'd rather do it instead of someone who had kids or a job where they were a lynchpin. Might have been interesting. They didn't even get to my group number, let alone me.
Now, the asshattery. When you went in you were supposed to have two forms filled out. One is an info sheet, one is a financial info sheet, for determining how much you'd get compensated if picked. You didn't need that one unless you got picked. If you forgot the info sheet, the clerk gave you one, and your panel number card, asked you to fill it out. You also got a sheet to read, with the financial info attached.
ABout a half hour after I turned mine in, and sat, gthe clerk came back through to make sure she had them all. No less than three people around me start furiously scrambling for pens "What does she mean, what form? this form? WHAT FORM???" *sighs**facepalm* Either they weren't listening or just dumb as a post, but if she NEEDED a form she told you "go fill this out and bring it back, otherwise sit and wait." She said it to ME! and I heard her! I don't think it's too much to ask that you PAY ATTENTION for the five effing seconds.
Some of these same people missed on the form that you were supposed to go to the deeds office. I've done that, I understand that. All you really need is for it to happen once, and it happened to us in London (Heathrow and London Airport NOT the same, next time read the tickets!) So yeah, I get that. But to BE SO STUPID that you can't follow signs and directions that are CLEARLY OUT THERE, it's just scary. ONE of these people was enpaneled. DOH!!!!!!!
When we were dismissed, the judge told us to go back to the jury room. a bunch of people complained, saying they should be done. Personally, when the little lady in the black robe tells me to do something, I kinda do it. I DIDN'T hear the court officer telling people to leave, go on home. Even if I had, I'd still have gone to the room. Judge versus clerk. No brainer. Five minutes later another clerk came in and said "It's OK, you guys are indeed done, thanks!" So it was worth it to my peace of mind. The standing around, the gawking the grabbing people to ask questions, the causing one of the clerks to bump into ME trying to get out of your way., WTF people? Someone said " what are we supposed to do?" to me, I said "SHE said for us to go back to the room, so that's what I'm doing." They grabbed someone else and asked the same question. OK, tell me what the answer you want IS and you can have it. OI!
So, asshattery aside, and it was minor, I'm home now. I ate some leftovers from last night, although calling someone for lunch was tempting. I decided I needed to check my mail and decide what to do with the rest of my day. I COULD put off calling work until it's too late and they tell me not to bother coming in. I need to get to my evening client early tonight. So I'm considering taking a Mulligan, so to speak on work today, and doing some stuff for ME for a few hours. Maybe continue cleaning. But honestly, I have work to do. BUT on the other side of that, if I go in I doubt I'll be able to leave on time, to get to my client. And I have a responsibility to them too.
Yikes.
I'm going to poke around some more, call the office and finish my coffee. Then I guess we'll see.
Damn stupid people. Damn stupid me for not just taking this day off. I need to talk to the boss about taking some time off next week. Feh, even.
