Justice? Sure...
This was an interesting monday morning for sure...
I had been summoned in early September to be part of a jury, nothing less. So this morning when I woke up, I felt a bit odd (and slightly excited/apprehensive) about the whole deal, really. I don't know anyone close to me who had been summoned for such a thing, so I had not a single idea what to expect!
So all 250 one of us (why so much when you only need 12??) sat in the court house this morning at 8:30, to have the judge show up at 11am no less!! Then the criminal in question showed up, sat there and looked down with a frown for the whole time (and I would've too, had I been convicted of second-degree murder!). That was a bit eerie, to be sitting rather close to a potential murderer.
Then they made us all leave and called us back 20 at a times for interviews with the lawyers, until they had 12 suitable candidates. So, my name never got called, and I left at 1pm having completely lost my time (and a full day of work, because there was no use to doing two hours of bus for two hours of pay, really). In some way I'm relieved not to be spending the next three weeks at the tribunal, but on the other hand, I would've liked at least an interview, you know, to see how its like? But above all, to proove myself that despite my handicap, I could've done it.
But it was SO FREAKIN' LONG. We were sitting there at first, and no one EVER told us what was going on, what we were waiting for, no, they were just chit-chatting among themselves as if we were not there, pourring each other glasses of water and giving us a serious, almost patronizing glance once in a while to make us all feel even more stressed out. All this and to, in the end, choose 12 people who all seemed utterly displeased to be there; one of them was eaven shaking like a leaf. Personnaly, I found the whole concept rather sad; lots of people there were willing to take the job; it did not interfere with their family life or work, or anything. But no, instead of perhaps trying to find people who'd put their heart to the job, they chose a poor lady who was sititng next to me, muthering how she would not sleep for days if she was picked. Meh. I spoke with one of the discouraged policemen outside the court room; he kept shaking his head, saying it was done so much more efficiently in Ottawa, Winnipeg, Vancouver... Its sad to say, but our justice in Quebec is lame, and that guy will probably get away with whatever he's done.
Well, on the good side, my mom'll come pick me up in fifteen minutes, and it's shop-til-you-drop afternoon! :D
Hope I'll be reasonable... Not!!
Love,
Wynter xox
Current Reading: Sarum, by Edwards Rutherfurd
I had been summoned in early September to be part of a jury, nothing less. So this morning when I woke up, I felt a bit odd (and slightly excited/apprehensive) about the whole deal, really. I don't know anyone close to me who had been summoned for such a thing, so I had not a single idea what to expect!
So all 250 one of us (why so much when you only need 12??) sat in the court house this morning at 8:30, to have the judge show up at 11am no less!! Then the criminal in question showed up, sat there and looked down with a frown for the whole time (and I would've too, had I been convicted of second-degree murder!). That was a bit eerie, to be sitting rather close to a potential murderer.
Then they made us all leave and called us back 20 at a times for interviews with the lawyers, until they had 12 suitable candidates. So, my name never got called, and I left at 1pm having completely lost my time (and a full day of work, because there was no use to doing two hours of bus for two hours of pay, really). In some way I'm relieved not to be spending the next three weeks at the tribunal, but on the other hand, I would've liked at least an interview, you know, to see how its like? But above all, to proove myself that despite my handicap, I could've done it.
But it was SO FREAKIN' LONG. We were sitting there at first, and no one EVER told us what was going on, what we were waiting for, no, they were just chit-chatting among themselves as if we were not there, pourring each other glasses of water and giving us a serious, almost patronizing glance once in a while to make us all feel even more stressed out. All this and to, in the end, choose 12 people who all seemed utterly displeased to be there; one of them was eaven shaking like a leaf. Personnaly, I found the whole concept rather sad; lots of people there were willing to take the job; it did not interfere with their family life or work, or anything. But no, instead of perhaps trying to find people who'd put their heart to the job, they chose a poor lady who was sititng next to me, muthering how she would not sleep for days if she was picked. Meh. I spoke with one of the discouraged policemen outside the court room; he kept shaking his head, saying it was done so much more efficiently in Ottawa, Winnipeg, Vancouver... Its sad to say, but our justice in Quebec is lame, and that guy will probably get away with whatever he's done.
Well, on the good side, my mom'll come pick me up in fifteen minutes, and it's shop-til-you-drop afternoon! :D
Hope I'll be reasonable... Not!!
Love,
Wynter xox
Current Reading: Sarum, by Edwards Rutherfurd