Monday, October 26, 2009
Again?!?!
Kids....dudes....seriously. What the hell. I have been picked, again, for Jury Duty. Sigh.
I’ve already done this three times now. I’ve served twice. One time was a few days, one time was two weeks. Two. Fricken. Weeks. Now I have to go and sit in a room with a bunch of people who also do not want to be there and sit. And sit and sit and sit and sit and sit. Then I’ll look out the windows. Then I’ll get up to get something to drink and look at the 5000 piece puzzle some jurors are putting together and see how much they have completed. Then I’ll sit some more. And crave a cigarette. And a drink. And hate. Because I really do not like dealing with many in society and here, I have no choice but to sit in the same damn room with them for hours. HOURS on end.
And I know I’ll be annoyed. I hope to GOD they do not have a fucking television in there because I swear to GOD I cannot take Spanish soap operas.
I’m bringing my Kindle. Hopefully I’ll be left alone but I’m sure someone or some will come up and ask me what it is. They’ll want to touch it. Because, I swear to you, people in this town just snap things out of your hand without asking permission, so they can look at it a little closer. And that’s going to cause serious problems. And I may end up in jail my damn self if anyone DARES touch my Kindle. Tempers will flare. Bad words will be thrown. Fists may fly.
I know all about how we are lucky that we have jury selection and they are a jury of our peers and the justice system and innocent until proven guilty and this is what it means to live in this country, yada, blah, blech. I KNOW! I’ve done it! THREE TIMES ALREADY! And not once out of those three times did I piss, bitch or moan.
This time though, I will because I cannot afford to be selected. “Oh well, Serenity, just let them know that it would be a hardship for you and you can get out of it.” HA! Amateurs! Do you know how hard that is to claim and prove and actually get what you want? It’s not that easy. I’ve seen many people try and many people fail.
And no, I’m not going to play the racist card or dick head card just to get out of it. For one thing, don’t you think the judge has seen and heard it all? I don’t need to end up in contempt of court. For another thing, I may not even get asked any questions. One time I did, that was the one for a few days. The other time, they went SOLELY on my appearance. I looked younger than I was, they didn’t realize how old I was and because the case had to do with a younger girl, they figured I would be great on the jury. So, we don’t always get to say anything at all. Sometimes, you just get picked.
I do not want to get picked this time. They pay $10 or $15 a day. That money goes right in to the fucking parking. And this time, my employer can only match my check amount not the actual amount of money I make. We work for tips. The bulk of our income comes from the tips. You cannot reimburse the difference on tips because you do not know how much the person was going to make in tips. You can only make up the difference in actual hourly wages.
The difference between $10/15 that I would get, (essentially $0 because, again, we are talking gas, tolls and parking to get there), and the amount I actually make at work in tips, is HUGE!
I have been debating whether I’ll also bring my laptop. I’m not sure yet. If I do, I guess I’ll live blog the event so you all can sit here, bored as shit, just like I’ll be. It’s only fair. We suffer on this blog together! Like a family!
Four damn times now. Aren’t there other people in this country who can be picked? See, this is another reason I’m against illegal aliens. Get your fucking ass here legally so they can pick YOUR ASS for Jury Duty and leave me the hell alone, assholes!
