Ah, jury duty. Last week it was the bane of my existence. I got a summons to the federal courthouse on Pearl St. in Manhattan. I went in last Monday, thinking I would be called for a civil case that would take a few days before being dismissed. But no, I was called to possibly be a juror on a criminal case that might last up to eight weeks.
I told the judge on Tuesday that I have class at the end of August and that I'm working on my thesis, but he told me to take a seat instead of excusing me. I was bummed that the last month of my vacation would no longer be a vacation, but on Wednesday, after literally waiting all day, he told 18 of the jurors that they were excused. And I was one of them! I'm not going to take it personally that the lawyers didn't like me. You have no idea how relieved I am!
Now that I'm no longer a juror, I can tell you that it was this fraud case.
Now that I'm no longer a juror, I can tell you that it was this fraud case.
Anyway, I wore this black dress (with a navy cardigan) on the second day of jury duty to be comfortable since all I did was sit all day. I would either sit and read in the hallway while we waited, or sit and stare at the judge and lawyers (and try not to fall asleep) in the courtroom.
