Ms. New Duty
In a few days comes the opportunity to vote. It also is my opportunity to do some time for jury duty. Civic responsibility time, kids.So if you'd like to know, I'm a big fan of doing my part. But lately it's more like doing little things in the name of the big thing, and I'm debating if that's even enough to satisfy the masses. Once upon a time, I was supposed to be at a sit-in (building invasion really), and I had to return home for some family business. I got chewed out because I left in the name of family after I spent a more than a few hours there with my peeps. Even worse, I was on TV making signs and being the face of the movement then I sure bounced. Torn, that I was. I have debated how to give since then because I'm famously known for not going the big mile when a smaller one will do.
I suppose I'd rather be the pebble that creates a minor change than a boulder that just causes a huge splashy-splashy. Even the pebble stops another pebble and yet another in due time. Then it diverts the freakin' river. Okay, I pushed that metaphor too far but you farking get it, brainiacs. How I love you so.
Anyways, I'm down to vote. I found out that many years ago I gave up my political affiliation (Die Hard John McLain style) from a blue statin' and pimpin' Democrat to a no party affiliated AKA Independent AKA a weirdo left wingy kid, according to some peeps. Hrm. I get my very own special ballot for the run-offs/primaries. Pretty sweet, right? Then I look at it, and who the hell are these people running for office? I have no idea. I see everyone else in the Demo/Rep ballots, but not the Decline to Staters. Fresh. But wait, I can still ask for a Demo ballot. Life is good. Thank you Independent Voter Project for helping me out. So I will proudly take my voter info booklet and read it cover to cover (nerd) and poke a hole in the cards. Sweet.
Jury Duty on the other hand is a toss up. I got picked AGAIN. I just did duty last year for fark's sake. I would like to say there is a little bit of a conspiracy. If they got me once, they'll get me again, sort of thinking, but hell, I did learn a lot about the court system when I did my time. I would like to say sure, I can do it, but it's summer time and who wants to do duty when it's nice out and I can finally get to do the work projects we are supposed to do. Oh well. It's a civil trial which means that it's in the nice new courthouse, not the old skanky criminal court. I like to watch other folks while they're awaiting the call to serve. It's sort of an interesting study in people. There are:
- Those that don't speak English and want to get exempted but didn't follow the directions so they're kinda screwed and the jury staff get bitchy.
- Those that desperately want to get out, but don't have a good excuse, and the jury staff get bitchy.
- Those that live for this sort of thing and are just oh so interested. Seriously. Their eyes light up. That's not me.
- Those that are there and are somewhat interested in it if it's a hot button issue but not so if it's a trivial and kinda boring trial that will last you 4 months. That's me.
Half the time I just watch everyone, all 200 of us who are called to serve, and wonder what they do in the real world.
Don't worry, I'll blog about it. Oh and while we're at it, vote.
Those that don't stand up, can't say shit. Or at the very least, sit up, will you?
DooVoo = Voodoo
PS: it's 1:30 AM, forgive the rambling.
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