I'm Glad I made $17.50 Yesterday to Cover My Parking Ticket

As the panels of jurors were called throughout the morning, I continued to size up the crowd, wondering who I would have to serve with.

I wasn't worried about being stuck in a room with a republican or a mormon, it was the incessant yappers, abundantly littered around the room, that I was worried about. I can still hear a pair of them yapping, a full day later, and it hurts my heart, just a little.

I was ridiculously worried about being on time as well. I arrived, in the general area of the courthouse, 1 and a half hours early. So I went to breakfast and got a parking ticket.

All around the court house were posted signs about the "One Day Served" policy, which (as simple as it sounds) means that if you serve one day, you have served your duty. Completely opposite of the one day policy, were signs warnings about the possibility that jury duty could last months or even a year.

I'm not part of a team, at work. I am the team. One month off? A year? And at $17.50 a day, I'd be taking a pretty hefty salary cut.

So I wished for a day of reading my book, until I was dismissed. I got it. Now I'm back at work wishing for a day of reading.