Today is day one of paid jury duty. If it’s anything like yesterday, sitting for nine hours, fifteen dollars is not enough. Who knew that sitting could be so uncomfortable? I thought sitting was my second favorite position. Turns out I was wrong. I prefer walking. On the beach. (Really God!) This is what happens when I procrastinate. It turns out to be three weeks of jury duty instead of the usual three days. I wonder what it would have been if I had actually appeared on one of the numerous occasions I was summoned over the past forty years? Oh well, too late now. I think I need to go out and walk around the block a few times.
Yesterday I wore very cute, very high stilettos. Great sitting shoes, sort of. Not good for walking the several blocks to and from the courthouse and the parking lot. I walked over to have lunch at one of my usual haunts and it somehow looked different when I was there, not as a lady who lunches, but as a juror on her lunch break. I had to keep checking my watch, make sure I used the potty and hustled back to court in my shiny, killer heels before his honor returned.
When we returned from lunch it was 1:30 and of course, as I predicted, summer is finally here. That translates into a very warm, very still, courtroom. (Let the yawning begin!) I ate a few mints, sipped the last of my water, anything to stay awake. Then the nice lady called my name. That woke me right up! Good thing, since I am getting that being on the jury requires that I pay ATTENTION! Oh my goodness!
I have decided that I will carry a notebook. I will make two collums, one for the plaintiff’s and one for the defendant’s-wittneses. I will write their names and the list of what they say, (stay awake Kathy!) and I will keep a low profile. (Ha! Ha!) I have already selected my wardrobe of the day, (really, I don’t have any work-jury-clothes. I’ll have to rely on my goin-to-meetin-clothes. You know, gowns and such.) I should probably pack a lunch. (What?) Maybe I should have given the judge the link to my blog when he asked what my day- to -day life is like. Yikes! (Oh, I forgot. He didn’t ask me that particular question. He asked it of all the OTHER people. Trust me, I would have told him!)
This is where one day at a time will come in handy. That and a hefty gratitude list. I am grateful that I do not as a rule, HAVE to be anywhere at eight or nine o’clock in the morning. I’m grateful that my husband /employer/God pays me anyway, even if I’m not at home. I’m grateful that I COULD show up, finally, and that my black eye did not keep me off the jury. (Maybe they thought they were hiring the handicapped.) Time to walk or stretch, oh and make my lunch, God, I don’t want to be late! Justice must be served!!
My life is so glamorous! It’s just not fair, lucky for me!!