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The last couple weeks have been pretty busy. This week, I was mainly working on a product recall at work (neither interesting or stimulating) and yelling at Verizon service reps for continuing to mess up my phone bill, almost three months after I requested the account be disconnected. They actually sent a collection agency after me for money I'd already paid; that's how ridiculous it's gotten. Supposedly, the dogs have been called off and a refund check is in the mail, but I'm not too optimistic at this point. If I ever need to have a landline phone again, I'll definitely not be considering Verizon -- all the choices probably feature the type of opaque, unhelpful, outsourced customer support that I've become way too familiar with over the past few months, but that's no reason for me to give these clowns a pass.
During the first week of the month, I was selected for jury duty in federal district court. I would not call it a "fun" experience, but it certainly was interesting. The case itself was nothing bizarre or romantic -- it was just a guy who'd been peripherally involved in a meth deal. The state's case against him can be charitably described as very weak; throughout the trial, I was pretty certain that we'd deliberate for maybe an hour before finding him not guilty. The exact opposite ended up being true: we spent the whole day in our li'l chamber of justice, before deciding that he was in fact guilty of conspiracy,, and aiding and abetting. It was extremely hair-splitty; the whole thing came down to him conducting one of the undercover narcotics cops into the room where the dealer was. It wasn't a verdict I felt good about, but it was the one I had to give.
In other news, my mom and brother have yet again not been able to make it down for a planned visit. This makes three times that it's been cancelled at the last minute -- Mom was pretty upset when she called me. I have to admit, I'm pretty frustrated myself. I'd like to see them, especially Nathan, but it's at the point where it seems like getting my hopes up won't lead to anything but more disappointment.
During the first week of the month, I was selected for jury duty in federal district court. I would not call it a "fun" experience, but it certainly was interesting. The case itself was nothing bizarre or romantic -- it was just a guy who'd been peripherally involved in a meth deal. The state's case against him can be charitably described as very weak; throughout the trial, I was pretty certain that we'd deliberate for maybe an hour before finding him not guilty. The exact opposite ended up being true: we spent the whole day in our li'l chamber of justice, before deciding that he was in fact guilty of conspiracy,, and aiding and abetting. It was extremely hair-splitty; the whole thing came down to him conducting one of the undercover narcotics cops into the room where the dealer was. It wasn't a verdict I felt good about, but it was the one I had to give.
In other news, my mom and brother have yet again not been able to make it down for a planned visit. This makes three times that it's been cancelled at the last minute -- Mom was pretty upset when she called me. I have to admit, I'm pretty frustrated myself. I'd like to see them, especially Nathan, but it's at the point where it seems like getting my hopes up won't lead to anything but more disappointment.