After our long recess, it was time to get back to jury duty.  At the beginning of the trial we were read a long list of witnesses.  It seems like we only heard testimony from a few of them but some of them were only on the stand for about ten minutes.  The defense attorney did very little cross examination.

It was a painful case.  I'll write what it was about later, right now I just want to say that after all that, after four days of testimony, closing arguments and the judge taking fifteen minutes to read us the laws on the books regarding a situation like the one we were to decide, the judge reminded us that two of us were alternates and would no longer be needed.  A flare of hope sparked in my breast only to be squashed by the overwhelming desire to see justice served and an equally strong desire not to be sent back down the the Jury Assembly Room.

My name was the first one on the cut list.

AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!

 I had formed a very definite opinion on what would serve justice and I was all ramped up and ready to argue with any jurors who thought otherwise.

I got no chance.  The Hot Chick and I were dismissed from the court room and sent packing back down to the bowels of Hell known as the Jury Assembly room, where the judge told us we'd probably get to spend the rest of the week on call.

The good news is that down in the JAR, the gal in charge of the poor souls in purgatory (the room was full of them.  You can tell who they are by the look of unutterable boredom on their faces) thanked us for our service and gave us back our freedom.

I have officially left the building.

 

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