Serving my County
Actual conversation last weekend:
"I was called for jury duty."
Wow! Me too. How does it work here, do you call in or do you have to go to court?
"Oh, we call in. But I'm not happy about it."
Why, you're not working. Are you worried about taking care of grandma?
"No, we have a trip planned in September."
Ok...is your jury service in September?
"No, it starts in June."
Ok.
"You have to call in every day for 4 months."
OH!
Yeah, I guess we have it a bit easier here in la-la land. I've been calling in everyday this week and last night I got the recorded message of doom to report for service.
It started out pretty, even from the parking lot:
(I should sell this to MTA for one of their ads.)
It was sort of nostalgic to be back downtown. I had lunch plans with a friend I made while working there. I knew exactly how long it would take to get to downtown and park and all of that. I ignored the "official" directions. It felt good to be back on my old turf. Don't get me wrong. I still love working 2 miles from home. But downtown meant so much to me personally and professionally for so long.
When walking into the jury room, I grabbed a copy of the Downtown News. I read an article discussing an event by Jeffery Sebelia (winner of the last season of Project Runway) showing his latest collection for Cosa Nostra (his clothing line created pre-Project Runway). The event took place in a loft complex right next to the 7th street bridge, next to the L.A. River... weird it was so close to an area I spent so much time. I know I'm rambling but this morning was a bit a blur of feelings of jury duty doom and odd nostalgia...I don't know, my whole downtown life seems so familiar and yet so far away.
After a few hours reading & knitting & dreading, my name was called. And, like my life after downtown, I headed west. Though, this time instead of Century City, I headed over to Central Civil West. Yup, I was reassigned to the complex division of L.A. Superior. Obviously I'm not to talk about my case, and I won't.
But yeah, that was my day.
"I was called for jury duty."
Wow! Me too. How does it work here, do you call in or do you have to go to court?
"Oh, we call in. But I'm not happy about it."
Why, you're not working. Are you worried about taking care of grandma?
"No, we have a trip planned in September."
Ok...is your jury service in September?
"No, it starts in June."
Ok.
"You have to call in every day for 4 months."
OH!
Yeah, I guess we have it a bit easier here in la-la land. I've been calling in everyday this week and last night I got the recorded message of doom to report for service.
It started out pretty, even from the parking lot:
(I should sell this to MTA for one of their ads.)It was sort of nostalgic to be back downtown. I had lunch plans with a friend I made while working there. I knew exactly how long it would take to get to downtown and park and all of that. I ignored the "official" directions. It felt good to be back on my old turf. Don't get me wrong. I still love working 2 miles from home. But downtown meant so much to me personally and professionally for so long.
When walking into the jury room, I grabbed a copy of the Downtown News. I read an article discussing an event by Jeffery Sebelia (winner of the last season of Project Runway) showing his latest collection for Cosa Nostra (his clothing line created pre-Project Runway). The event took place in a loft complex right next to the 7th street bridge, next to the L.A. River... weird it was so close to an area I spent so much time. I know I'm rambling but this morning was a bit a blur of feelings of jury duty doom and odd nostalgia...I don't know, my whole downtown life seems so familiar and yet so far away.
(Another view from the parking lot)
But yeah, that was my day.
posted by jenna! at
9:50 PM
2 Comments:
are you done with your trial yet? can you talk about it????????
yep, she will tell you how she screwed injured woman just because she was jealous of her car and money...and by the way lied to the court about her job
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