Today I finally got my verdict back. The
#@!$!#@$ jury hung! 10-2 guilty. I was like what else did you need? The guys tosses back 5 drinks in a little more than 3 hours, gets on the road going 80 in a 60, fails all of his FST's, blows .09 and his blood test is .11 and they're like, we're not sure????? I talked to a couple of the jurors and it turns out that one of the jurors secretly hates cops and wouldn't believe anything they said. The other holdout wanted me to eliminate all doubt. I'm thinking, "we're human and there's always a tiny imaginary doubt." The good news is my brand spanking new bosses were in the courtroom when they hung and they didn't think it was a big deal. I, of course, was devastated. Twenty trials and never before a hang.
Anyway, on to randomness. I'm starting to get to know some of my co-workers and they're pretty cool people. I think most of them are tiptoeing around me being Black. Up here in the wine country, hell in most of the Bay Area there are few of US. Anyway, at first I was just too tired from moving to go about making all of them comfortable. Even after I rested a while I was still mentally drained at the thought of me, the lone black person, having to make all of them, comfortable.
I am looking forward to Christmas. My grandmother is coming into town and all get a chance to play with my neice. She's quite a character! Gotta go. will try to update more often but make no promises.