It think we all need a break every once in a while. A vacation would be nice… Staying home to read for a few days sounds amazing… But sometimes, the break comes in a different form – one some people would call a nuisance.
I received a notice a few months ago that I had been randomly selected for jury duty and I had to provide my most recent information. Another month or so went by, and I received a notice that I’d been picked to serve on a Friday in May. I did what I’ve heard many people do – I grumbled and bitched, but after a few weeks, I started to forget about it.
I received the call on Wednesday that I had to show up at the courthouse on Friday. I’m not going to lie, I was actually pretty excited about it. I love my job, but there has been some drama and some stress the last month or so, so I was looking forward to the break. But I honestly couldn’t foresee how much I would actually love it.
When I was in high school, my dream was to be a lawyer. Life didn’t turn out that way for me, and I’m pretty grateful about it. Seeing what lawyers do, I’m not sure I would have been the right fit for it, but sitting in that courtroom, I was intrigued by the whole process.
They went through a selection process – there were fifteen of us, but only four were chosen. I was sitting there hoping I would be chosen just so I could see the real process and not what we see glimpses of in movies and on TV.
I was picked and had a thoroughly enjoyable day. There were, of course, some boring parts – like when the prosecutor and the defense attorney couldn’t figure out how to make the video play in real time rather than in fast-forward (technology, am I right?). It made me chuckle just watching them. You’d think they would have been slightly more prepared for court? I don’t know… maybe it’s just something you can’t prepare for.
The funniest part of the whole thing was that all four jury members (myself included) didn’t care for the defense attorney. He was arrogant and his delivery was just off. None of us wanted to look at him while he was present his closing arguments. The prosecutor, on the other hand, was polished and smooth and I was drawn to him; so much so, that I felt guilty when we had to give a “Not Guilty” verdict. Is that weird? I honestly wanted to talk to the defendant afterwards and let him know his lawyer didn’t help him much.
I spoke to my sister afterwards and I was even surprised how giddy I was. She was laughing at me because I had so much fun.
Maybe other jury experiences aren’t as good as mine was. I’m not sure I would have felt the same way if I’d had to be there more than one day, but the way it happened was perfect for me. It provided a much needed break from work and let me get a glimpse into something that has always intrigued me.
How about you? Have you ever had Jury Duty?
This post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday hosted by Linda G. Hill. Today’s prompt was “brake/break.” Use one, use them both, but whatever you do, enjoy! Please feel free to click the link and join in the fun.