The Jury is Out
You know how they say "when it rains it pours?"
Well, if I was one of those people who dreaded jury duty, I'd be a little more put out by my jury summons today. However, it has been a lifelong dream of mine to make a jury (you think I'm kidding) and in fact, in the two other times I have been a juror, I have been excused despite my "I have no opinion whatsoever" statements. The first time I was called to jury they excused all of us, because they didn't have any defendants (they all plea bargained). The second time, probably about a year ago, I actually made it into the courtroom (and had a very A Few Good Men moment where I said "So this is what a courtroom looks like" as I walked through the double doors). However, I actually knew where the intersection of Loyola and Ed Bluestein was (Travis County Exposition Center also known as horse show mecca, holla!). Evidently that was where the wreck had happened (yes, this was traffic court my friends) and the defendant's lawyer wasn't enthused at the idea of a cholla like myself actually knowing where the ghetto is.
According to my impaneling process, I could be called to duty any time between tomorrow and October 2nd. Luckily, I remembered Labor Day weekend fell during that time and blocked off some days around then where I have "schedule conflicts" (surely they don't want a drunk and/or hungover juror?) and also remembered that we are going to our annual conference in San Francisco the last weekend of September, so I blacked out those dates too (and the week before because I figure it will be hellish trying to get loose ends tied down).
So keep your fingers crossed for me. I could use the extra $6 a day.
Update on my cold, because I know you're wondering. My ear still hurts but not as bad as it did yesterday (perhaps it's because I didn't subject it to seven straight hours of live music last night). Today I mostly just coughed. Which was a problem because I had everyone and their dog calling me (old industry joke, you know). Nevertheless, I actually finished just about everything I wanted to get done today and let me tell you, it was a lot of work. I have three people moving to Singapore, three going to Bangkok and three going to Hong Kong -- all next week. And one delinquent turtle. Not to mention all of my other clients. And Harry. It's really borderline out of control.
Tomorrow, in an incredible showing of foresight, I am scheduled to go to the doctor. But not for my rebel cold. The good news is that I'm sure an internist can diagnose the common cold, so maybe I'll also get some antibiotics that will cure me for the weekend. I am going because Dr. Goldie talked me into seeing to an internal medicine doctor after telling me that I could have kidney, liver or heart failure. Did you know that if your blood pressure is 150/90 you might have a problem? I certainly did, but chose to ignore it. That's how I roll. I also blame my back problems for this issue.
Anyway, I made my appointment and now it's time to go be told some lame thing like "Drink less" or "Don't stress out."
I'm going to be disappointed if I get anything less than a kidney transplant out of this.
Well, if I was one of those people who dreaded jury duty, I'd be a little more put out by my jury summons today. However, it has been a lifelong dream of mine to make a jury (you think I'm kidding) and in fact, in the two other times I have been a juror, I have been excused despite my "I have no opinion whatsoever" statements. The first time I was called to jury they excused all of us, because they didn't have any defendants (they all plea bargained). The second time, probably about a year ago, I actually made it into the courtroom (and had a very A Few Good Men moment where I said "So this is what a courtroom looks like" as I walked through the double doors). However, I actually knew where the intersection of Loyola and Ed Bluestein was (Travis County Exposition Center also known as horse show mecca, holla!). Evidently that was where the wreck had happened (yes, this was traffic court my friends) and the defendant's lawyer wasn't enthused at the idea of a cholla like myself actually knowing where the ghetto is.
According to my impaneling process, I could be called to duty any time between tomorrow and October 2nd. Luckily, I remembered Labor Day weekend fell during that time and blocked off some days around then where I have "schedule conflicts" (surely they don't want a drunk and/or hungover juror?) and also remembered that we are going to our annual conference in San Francisco the last weekend of September, so I blacked out those dates too (and the week before because I figure it will be hellish trying to get loose ends tied down).
So keep your fingers crossed for me. I could use the extra $6 a day.
Update on my cold, because I know you're wondering. My ear still hurts but not as bad as it did yesterday (perhaps it's because I didn't subject it to seven straight hours of live music last night). Today I mostly just coughed. Which was a problem because I had everyone and their dog calling me (old industry joke, you know). Nevertheless, I actually finished just about everything I wanted to get done today and let me tell you, it was a lot of work. I have three people moving to Singapore, three going to Bangkok and three going to Hong Kong -- all next week. And one delinquent turtle. Not to mention all of my other clients. And Harry. It's really borderline out of control.
Tomorrow, in an incredible showing of foresight, I am scheduled to go to the doctor. But not for my rebel cold. The good news is that I'm sure an internist can diagnose the common cold, so maybe I'll also get some antibiotics that will cure me for the weekend. I am going because Dr. Goldie talked me into seeing to an internal medicine doctor after telling me that I could have kidney, liver or heart failure. Did you know that if your blood pressure is 150/90 you might have a problem? I certainly did, but chose to ignore it. That's how I roll. I also blame my back problems for this issue.
Anyway, I made my appointment and now it's time to go be told some lame thing like "Drink less" or "Don't stress out."
I'm going to be disappointed if I get anything less than a kidney transplant out of this.
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I was on a jury once. I think I will post about it at some point. It was an amazing experience in a lot of ways.