Doin' My Civic Duty
Ah, jury duty. That which separates men from boys and felons from the general public.
So I had jury duty yesterday, my first jury duty ever. To be honest, I was a little excited about it. I have to go sit and read all day? Really? And you'll pay me for this? Uh, ok, sign me up! I mean, I didn't want to get called or anything like that, but to sit around for an afternoon or two was fine by me.
So I got off work early and headed to the court house. First of all, you could totally bomb that shit. Orange alert, my ass. They herd you through the metal detector (I saw people going two at a time, they don't give a fuck.) And you have to put your bag through the x-ray machine, but really? I don't even see the point when security is that lax to begin with.
I turned in my juror questionnaire and sat down in the closest seat, which happened to be next to a gorgeous guy. We struck up a conversation, which was actually quite pleasant and we spent the afternoon chatting (Dan - no worries, ok.) I was quite amused that one of our clients also had jury duty yesterday (make that two clients - but one I didn't know about.) I was also quite amused to run in to a couple of old friends: Ernest from CCAC and Steph from Anthro. Small world, these SF courts.
So I sat and sat and read a little and talked to my lil court buddy. Around 3:30 I started getting freaked out that, as my name hadn't been called, I might have to come back for another day of civic duty lovin. I also noticed that the room we were in (007, hehe) had cleared out significantly...which was just about when our judge came in. Yep, they had whittled us down to the juror group they wanted - and we were it. The judge started off by explaining we had been chosen as the pool for a longer than normal trial, "at least 7 weeks, but probably closer to 9" we were told. I calculated my expenses for a second, realized I'm broke and there is no way in hell I could go without pay for 5-7 weeks. Juror Buddy has the exact same thought I did and we booked to the front of the room to attempt to get our asses excused. My "hardship defense" was "my ass is broke." Or something along the lines. In any case, the judge sort of shrugged and said "fair enough," but I wasn't out of the woods quite yet.
I had to sit around for a little while longer and all of a sudden I realized they were calling my name. They gave me the first degree about who I was, like, they repeatedly asked if I was who I claimed I was and then they made me spell both my names (they didn't do that to anyone else, by the way.) Finally, after the longest pause in the world the clerk announced, "you can go."
So, I'm off the hook for another year. Now, I maintain I don't mind the civic duty. In fact, if the case is about a week in length, I'm all for it! I think it would be fun to sit on a jury for a little while (can you tell I've never been on one before?) But 9 weeks? No, no, no. None of that for me. So, until next year...may god have mercy on your souls, because you know that jury won't.
So I had jury duty yesterday, my first jury duty ever. To be honest, I was a little excited about it. I have to go sit and read all day? Really? And you'll pay me for this? Uh, ok, sign me up! I mean, I didn't want to get called or anything like that, but to sit around for an afternoon or two was fine by me.
So I got off work early and headed to the court house. First of all, you could totally bomb that shit. Orange alert, my ass. They herd you through the metal detector (I saw people going two at a time, they don't give a fuck.) And you have to put your bag through the x-ray machine, but really? I don't even see the point when security is that lax to begin with.
I turned in my juror questionnaire and sat down in the closest seat, which happened to be next to a gorgeous guy. We struck up a conversation, which was actually quite pleasant and we spent the afternoon chatting (Dan - no worries, ok.) I was quite amused that one of our clients also had jury duty yesterday (make that two clients - but one I didn't know about.) I was also quite amused to run in to a couple of old friends: Ernest from CCAC and Steph from Anthro. Small world, these SF courts.
So I sat and sat and read a little and talked to my lil court buddy. Around 3:30 I started getting freaked out that, as my name hadn't been called, I might have to come back for another day of civic duty lovin. I also noticed that the room we were in (007, hehe) had cleared out significantly...which was just about when our judge came in. Yep, they had whittled us down to the juror group they wanted - and we were it. The judge started off by explaining we had been chosen as the pool for a longer than normal trial, "at least 7 weeks, but probably closer to 9" we were told. I calculated my expenses for a second, realized I'm broke and there is no way in hell I could go without pay for 5-7 weeks. Juror Buddy has the exact same thought I did and we booked to the front of the room to attempt to get our asses excused. My "hardship defense" was "my ass is broke." Or something along the lines. In any case, the judge sort of shrugged and said "fair enough," but I wasn't out of the woods quite yet.
I had to sit around for a little while longer and all of a sudden I realized they were calling my name. They gave me the first degree about who I was, like, they repeatedly asked if I was who I claimed I was and then they made me spell both my names (they didn't do that to anyone else, by the way.) Finally, after the longest pause in the world the clerk announced, "you can go."
So, I'm off the hook for another year. Now, I maintain I don't mind the civic duty. In fact, if the case is about a week in length, I'm all for it! I think it would be fun to sit on a jury for a little while (can you tell I've never been on one before?) But 9 weeks? No, no, no. None of that for me. So, until next year...may god have mercy on your souls, because you know that jury won't.
posted by La Doña at 12:25 PM
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Hey...
Just wanted to say hi and let you know your CDs are almost done, I ran out so I gotta get a few more.
Love from the east side,
-B'more
Which Signs Are the Best Drivers? And the Worst?
by Nancy Fenn
Please don't shoot the messenger, but Suncorp Metway, Ltd., a multi-faceted Australian Financial Service, ranked car accident claimants by Sun sign in a study of 160,000 accident claims over the previous three-year period. This is what they found.
• Restless Geminis Behind the Wheel
The number one worst drivers were Geminis, "typically described as restless, easily bored and frustrated by things moving slowly," explained Warren Duke, Suncorp's national manager of personal insurance. "They had more car accidents than any other sign."
No astrologer would argue with that description of the sign of the Twins and probably this isn't very surprising news. But who's the best?
• And the Winners Are...Capricorns
Capricorns. Duke says, "Capricornians [ sic ], who came last on the list, [are] typically described as patient and careful."
No argument with that from the professional astrologer. It's no surprise Caps are the safest behind the wheel. They're the safest at everything! Their patience and sense of responsibility are legendary
We've told you about the absolute worst and best, now for the complete list of all 12 signs. From worst to best, this is how they ranked:
Worst to Best:
#1 Gemini
#2 Taurus
#3 Pisces
#4 Virgo
#5 Cancer
#6 Aquarius
#7 Aries
#8 Libra
#9 Leo
#10 Sagittarius
#11 Scorpio
#12 Capricorn
• Bad Bulls
Yes, Taureans can be obstinate and inflexible, but they are also the most introverted and self absorbed of all the signs. Their natural path in life is to think about their own body - its immediate comfort and needs - and to deal with only the most tangible and immediate of realities.
At a very fundamental level, the world outside may not exist at all.
• Dream On Pisces
Pisceans are the gentle dreamers of the zodiac. They may spend many hours a day in fantasy worlds, escaping the painful realities of life on the physical plane and, more often than not, the pain of being in a physical body.
This detachment from the physical can lead to unconscious feelings of invulnerability or invincibility. If you are momentarily deluded into thinking you don't have physical limits, and that your life is but a fleeting moment in the eternal life of the soul, you can respond to situations of physical danger in illogical ways. Or, at the very least, be slow on the uptake.
• Safe Sagittarius
Sagittarians may stay safe in their cars the same way they do in life, by having superbly developed higher minds. Another name for this mind is intuition. The highly developed sense of flow and good timing characteristic of Sagittarians is what makes them the lucky sign. Furthermore, their minds are right at home dealing with traffic patterns, flow and spatial relations.
• Intuitive Scorpios
Scorpios, on the other hand, may stay safe because they are intimately involved with the inner lives of others in the same way their opposite sign Taurus is defended against this information. Scorpios are sensitive to energy - whether it is a foot away or thousands of miles away-and can feel someone " coming up from behind " at many different levels. Scorpios know if you've had a fight with your wife the night before or if you're thinking about embezzling or having an affair with your best friend's husband. That's why we always feel like they can see right through us. They can.
Hehe geminis are the worst drivers
Thought you'd appreciate that little article. Not at all suprised to find pisces at no 3 on the list. Actually think we faired pretty well, esp when looking at Geminis . . .
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