Juries and Gym
Jury duty was probably the stupidest thing I have ever had to endure.
Everyone was supposed to report in by 8:00. Okay, no problem. After we are all sworn in, we watch a movie, and we wait. At around 8:45, they realize that they have too many people present, so they are going to call people up randomly by their juror number, and you have the option to stay and serve on a jury or leave and go to work. I didn't think I was going to get called with the option, there were more than 200 people there....and I was wrong.
I was called, but in a snap decision, I chose to stay. I figure if I want to go to law school, I should figure out what this whole jury duty thing is really like; and of course I wasn't going to work, I would rather do nothing and get paid for it in a new location. So I stay. And I wait. And wait. Finally, at about 11:30, I got called to serve on a jury, but they weren't ready for us, we will go through voir dire in a little while. At noon, everyone who wasn't called got to go to lunch, and of course, I was stuck. I wasn't allowed to go, though I was assured that "Grace will be down shortly to escort you to the courtroom."
At 12:30, unless "Grace" is now the name for a middle aged man, something was up. We were told, "Now I know you guys are hungry, so go ahead and take your lunch. Go as long as you need." Everyone else was perplexed. I knew what had happened. Right before we were supposed to go in, the case had been settled, and we were all being released. Crap. So I wait to serve for nothing, wasted half of my day. At least I didn't have to go to work.
I thought about treating myself to a nice afternoon on the beach, but of course, as soon as I get outside, I see just how crappy the weather was getting. Not friggin fair. Rushing home to beat the storm, I indulged in getting my ass handed to me at the gym instead, even though my ass (truly, my ass)was sore from the workout from Tuesday.
It's now Friday, and it still hurts to sit down. I am moving slower than my grandmother, and I can hardly wait to do it all again tonight! (Yes, that was sarcasm) This, children, is why junk food should be so closely monitored. If you end up overweight because you willingly gorge yourself, but don't want to be poached because you look like a beached whale in your swimsuit, this is the price you pay. Pain, exhaustion, and sweat.
Regards-
Everyone was supposed to report in by 8:00. Okay, no problem. After we are all sworn in, we watch a movie, and we wait. At around 8:45, they realize that they have too many people present, so they are going to call people up randomly by their juror number, and you have the option to stay and serve on a jury or leave and go to work. I didn't think I was going to get called with the option, there were more than 200 people there....and I was wrong.
I was called, but in a snap decision, I chose to stay. I figure if I want to go to law school, I should figure out what this whole jury duty thing is really like; and of course I wasn't going to work, I would rather do nothing and get paid for it in a new location. So I stay. And I wait. And wait. Finally, at about 11:30, I got called to serve on a jury, but they weren't ready for us, we will go through voir dire in a little while. At noon, everyone who wasn't called got to go to lunch, and of course, I was stuck. I wasn't allowed to go, though I was assured that "Grace will be down shortly to escort you to the courtroom."
At 12:30, unless "Grace" is now the name for a middle aged man, something was up. We were told, "Now I know you guys are hungry, so go ahead and take your lunch. Go as long as you need." Everyone else was perplexed. I knew what had happened. Right before we were supposed to go in, the case had been settled, and we were all being released. Crap. So I wait to serve for nothing, wasted half of my day. At least I didn't have to go to work.
I thought about treating myself to a nice afternoon on the beach, but of course, as soon as I get outside, I see just how crappy the weather was getting. Not friggin fair. Rushing home to beat the storm, I indulged in getting my ass handed to me at the gym instead, even though my ass (truly, my ass)was sore from the workout from Tuesday.
It's now Friday, and it still hurts to sit down. I am moving slower than my grandmother, and I can hardly wait to do it all again tonight! (Yes, that was sarcasm) This, children, is why junk food should be so closely monitored. If you end up overweight because you willingly gorge yourself, but don't want to be poached because you look like a beached whale in your swimsuit, this is the price you pay. Pain, exhaustion, and sweat.
Regards-