Jury Duty 2010

Once before I received a summons to jury duty, however I wasn't living in the country at the time. My madre had to call them up, explain I wasn't in the country, and then after she went as far as giving them a photo copy (of a photo copy) of my visa. I received my second summons in the mail in early January and instantly exclaimed, "OH NO!" when I saw that little off white card with the green strip going across.

At first I was so disappointed, but after a few instances that took place at work I thought, "I'd like to get picked for a jury and miss a week of work. Maybe some people will have reality smack them in the face with how good they actually have it!" Yes, there was some bitterness to that, but also truth. Anyways.

After I get off the subway and make my way towards the building I need to report to I'm greeted by this friendly man selling newspapers, "Young lady you are in the right place! I see that look every morning!" I almost bought a newspaper from him just because he was so sweet! (but I couldn't. I've already caved too many times to those Girl Scouts. They have great selling tactics!). I had to make my way through various scanning machines to make sure I was safe to be in the building, talk to a bunch of ladies who wanted me to fill out surveys, and then sat between two ladies who seem bitter about being there.

I was called to participate in a jury. I sat there until I was called to see the judge with the others who were called with me... and LOTS of time passes. I go to lunch (omg, I had an awesome lunch) and came back... sat some more and then was told that the guy who was being charged (?) decided not to go before a jury. I collected my $9, got a tea from Starbucks, and tried to read some magazines. My brain couldn't function after a day of sitting around, some reading, some napping, and a rather large and delicious lunch.

The most important thing I learned today: Jef couldn't believe I got a $9 check for just showing my face... the UK receives NOTHING for jury duty.