You can’t handle the truth!
Last week, I received the jury summons.
At first I laughed. My ass off. I remembered filling out the questionnaire early summer, and then I forgot about it, or blocked it out. It’s not an unfamiliar thing, the questionnaire and the summons, having been called up half a dozen times in my life, waiting in the boring room before the voir dire, hoping to the jeebus my name doesn’t get called, sighing with relief when it wasn’t or when they settled and didn’t need a jury. So yeah, I laughed.
Until I saw the date of service.
The week of October 29.
The worst possible week evah.
It’s Halloween, man! I’m a room mother, I always go to the kids school parties.
Plus there’s half days of school that week for conferences, and I’ve already taken that time off work (and declined the school child care program).
I have to attend a teacher conference, Girl-child’s school concert, and a crown for my tooth coming in that week.
Like with three weeks notice I can deal with all that? Rescheduling all that?
I wrote a letter. A detailed, emotional letter. Why I needed a postponement. I gave it to Sergei to read, and he crossed everything off and helped me write a not-so-detailed letter, one full of Please and Hardship and Ready And Willing To Serve. Then I crossed my fingers and toes and sent the letter in. I also emailed it the next morning, just in case.
A few days later, I got a letter back. “You are excused from jury duty…your new week of service will be December blahblah. You get one postponement only.”
This morning I got the corresponding email response back.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I recall someone saying that when you got a postponement, they were sure to put you on the jury. And y’know, as long as it’s not a case where kids were harmed (which would make me cry constantly in the jury box), I think I’d do okay.
Have you been on a jury? What happened?