I received this POS today in my snail mail.
When I received this notice I did what every stupid idiot does when the receive such a thing. Post it on Instagram, Twitter and Facebook.
Because I like to fly under the radar.
After many people saying, "check the box that you are the primary caregiver! Man, are you stupid? say you are dying or show up in a wife beater and start screaming obscenities! with a pitchfork!"
When there was no box to check, "I am a primary 'ho!" I promptly called the number listed on the form. Lo and behold, someone answered within the second ring and holy mother of God! They were so freaking pleasant and nice, I was begging to be on a jury during the school year.
Somewhere during the past several years, I've lost all compassion for humanity. Especially anyone who may work in our government or service industry. The lady who answered the phone tried to give me an out several times in which I was all like, "I'm not trying to say I shouldn't preform my constitutional right/duty (who says this? me?) I'm just trying to say that my husband is self-employed and I'm it! If I go to court, he has to take care of the kids and then he can't work and then we are behind on our mortgage and then, WE become part of the problem."
For some crazy reason, the VERY kind lady on the phone says, "let me take care of this problem."
STOP.RIGHT.HERE! Who says they WANT to take care of your problem anymore?
In the end she deferred my sentence/duty until October. When the kids are in school. Oddly enough, her kindess and her very lengthy discussion of Thunder basketball made me want to be all responsible and stuff. I mean, I wished her a good week and said, 'THUNDER UP!" when I ended the conversation. Sadly, I received better service with the Federal government clerk than I do at our local Taco Bell!
You know they always fuck you in the drive-thru!
To preface my conviction on being part of the jury pool, I have to go back to the time when I was juror when I was 12-weeks pregnant with my first, Celia. Nine plus years ago.
To say you have the right to a jury of your peers, pretty much means shit. There were maybe three of us in the jury pool of which could make a logical decision based on fact, evidence and gut feeling.
When I was chosen for a position at the state level, seemingly enough, I was the only person on the jury who was quizzed ad nauseam what "voir dire" actually meant. Admittedly so, I was so anxious I asked the prosecution to again tell me what it meant along with having to explain that I was a drug rep, I HAD HAD MANY offenses committed against me and yes, I was about 12-weeks pregnant. and I really had to pee. Really bad. The crazy ass fools chose me.
To this day. I will never forget Logan P's name. She was a beautiful two-year-old, with big, beautiful, brown eyes and chocolate, colored, ringlets framing her face in her pictures. She happened to be the victim of a jealous step-father who wanted her very petite frame out of the picture. After major questioning and quizzing, I thought I was the one who committed the crime. In the end, I was chosen to be apart of her justice. I do not believe we are judged by a jury of our peers. Not to discount any service people out there but let me tell you, if I were accused of a crime I do not want a Taco Bell worker, lawn mower person, 7 11 worker and everyone else that needs the $8 dollars a day in drudgery to say I am guilty or not. There happened to be one other person on the jury that was a professional like me. I told him he had to be foreman as I didn't want my name on the final edict. Sadly, I had to use my limited knowledge on blunt force trauma and what it really does to a body. I would link what this really means but my stomach can't handle it to share. I'm quite scarred in the research.
All this talk and thought reminds me of our trials and tragedy. I am quite versed in reading autopsy reports and how erroneously reported they can be. I know so much and more than the average person though I so want to be a simple layman.
If and when I'm called again, I hope the trial is a simple bullshit embezzling charge. I can handle standing up and sticking it to an asshole!
I don't think I could withstand anything to do with bodies and death. I'm not equipped to deal. I'm too damaged to be fair and impartial.
In the end I'm damaged goods. and I'm okay with this verdict.