Jury Duty: Day One
The great irony is that when I was punching a clock, I couldn't get on a jury to save my life. But as soon as I quit my day job, the justice system issues a summons.
I spent most of today reading in the juror lounge in the Washington Blvd. courthouse, a masterpiece of 70s Brutalist architecture with space-age lighting fixtures and oak-veneer walls. My fellow juror candidates represent a fairly accurate cross-section of Los Angeles - it's like the cast of Crash up in there.
"Is there an elderly black woman?" asks my roommate. "Yup." "Gotta have the elderly black woman."
We were this close to escaping the courthouse without being called to a courtroom, when a judge summoned us at 2:30. We spent the next two hours receiving lectures about the criminal justice system and answering jury selection questions from the judge and lawyers. I'll be back tomorrow, to find out if I'm actually selected as a juror. There are 24 candidates, so my odds are even.
I'd much rather be in yoga class.
2 comments:
So which role do you fill? Snarky asian guy?
You'd serve on fewer juries if you were more overtly racist.
well many companies do NOT pay their employees who get jury dutied. so in those cases (including mine), getting a jury summons is a huge potential curse, because not only are you not getting paid for every day you're away from work, the actual work that needs to be done by you just gets piled up, waiting for your return.
so i am kind of taken aback that you would've wanted jury duty. but maybe all that means is your company would've axtually paid you for every day you served. luckybastard.
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