I've only been summoned twice, the first time (which wasn't until 2006, I went a long time without any summons at all) I just had to call in and get told I wasn't needed, and the second time was that recent time when I wasn't randomly selected. I figure it's because I used to move frequently and maybe I'll get more summonses now that I am more stationary.
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I once served three weeks on a trial.
It was AWESOME. I was working for the bitch from hell and got paid every single day of it. Awe. Some.
summoned once in Manhattan, the month I moved to Queens, so I was no longer eligible to serve. Then called once in Queens, forgot and did not show, but was not called from the pool to even move to selection - Never called again in the next 7 years there. Was never called in New Mexico, or Texas. Would really like to be on a jury.
Ke$ha, however, makes me want to spork my eyes out.
I have loved Tik Tok since seeing the video of Matt Bomer and Tim DeKay doing the Wii dance challenge at ComicCon. Shut up, I can't help it!
Scrappy, ugh. Your poor friend.
Much ~ma to Drew, Pix, and Perkins.
Leie, you might be overthinking this. But I agree with Jesse. If you mention that this is what you are thinking, I bet you'll get dismissed.
holy shit. it's not even 9:00 and I'm tired.
Liese, I actually enjoyed it when I was on a jury for a week a while back. Granted, it was a civil suit and I hated my job so much at that point. So much! But don't stress: bring a book, take it as it comes, and be honest. I think it is easy to get caught up in hypothetical moral dilemmas (and I do sympathize on that front), but odds are that the reality will not be so fraught.
Also, as a certified hater of people, I liked everyone else on my jury. And the judge's clerk would give us candy, so there's that. (If you are put on a jury, you should ask for free candy. Just to see what happens.)
Tonight my dear sweet daughter sent my son a text, telling him to check out Taylor Swift's song Stay Beautiful. I may not be able to live with the boy now. He hates Country, but this is his new favorite song.
Right before the first F2F in Chicago, I was in the jury pool for the trial of a man who was accused of killing a woman he had hooked up with on the Internet and traveled across the country to meet him. Thankfully, he copped a plea before it went to trial, or I would have missed the F2F.
Thankfully, he copped a plea before it went to trial, or I would have missed the F2F.
I suppose it would be too much to ask for, but did you get an opportunity to say, "Oh good! Now I'll be able to travel cross country to meet up with people I've only met over the internet!"
I suppose it would be too much to ask for, but did you get an opportunity to say, "Oh good! Now I'll be able to travel cross country to meet up with people I've only met over the internet!"
No, but it was really close. They had started voir dire, but they hadn't gotten to me yet. I would have had to explain that I had already booked tickets to go and meet my invisible Internet friends.