Besties On Ice

Pretty much a blog about my bestie and me ice skating, or just using ice skating metaphors, or really nothing of the sort.

Lunch break from jury duty, or, trying not to kill myself

I drove home from downtown for my hour and a half lunch break of jury duty just to get the hell out of that godawful building. A break from what, you might be wondering? A break from showing up at 8:30, getting a motivational speech/stand up set from a judge, then watching a DVD about jury duty (/actors playing jurors way too seriously), then reading my book to page 120. This would, obviously, necessitate an hour and a half lunch break.

I never thought I’d say this, but I’d much rather be doing extras work right now. At least I’d be getting paid.

Back to the courthouse in a half hour for another 3 hours of hurry up and wait.

UPDATE: Went back at 1:30, was “done” by 2:15. I say “done”, because the case won’t be doing panel selection until Tuesday afternoon. Can’t wait. Does anyone have a bible I can bring with me for a prop?

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