Just call me Bill Murray, because for the last several weeks Ive surely been living my own version of Groundhog Day! You see, they liked me, they really liked me
and picked me as a juror. Despite everyones helpful hints, not to mention my own pleas about self-employment, loss of income, etc., I am an official juror, complete with badge.
- Free parking
- Free Molley the Trolley rides (rain or shine) to the courthouse
- Federal Holidays
- Lunch breaks an excuse to eat grilled cheese and Fritos at the courthouse cafe
- Its a 9-5 job (in this economy, who can complain)
- A guaranteed pay check albeit its only $30 a day
- Respect everyone in court stands up when I enter and leave the room
- Security the sheriff escort takes me everywhere
- Free wi-fi service on my breaks
- A free movie in the jury waiting room everyday except the movie only changes every 3-6 months. So basically Ive watched the same first 15 minutes of The Guardian for almost 2 weeks now and Kevin Costner is getting a bit old.
I guess when you get right down to it, Im doing an important job. I really try to remain impartial and listen to both sides. But after going over the same document up and down, backwards and forwards, can anyone blame me when I want to scream, “Deal or No Deal.”
So if youve been missing me thats where I am, watching the wheels of justice grind very, very slowly. Charles Felix, Publisher