We have one-day-one-trial per year. So if you get called, you first find out the night before if you actually have to go to the courthouse. If not, you can still be called in the 12 months. Then if you go to the courthouse, I think you are off the hook for a year, not sure. You're definitely off the hook for a year if you get seated.

The last time I got to voir dire, it was for a mesothelioma .... asbestos lung case. Which was expected to last 3 months. Was so relieved not to be on THAT jury. OMG. Oh, and I realized I accidentally lied in voir dire after the fact. I do have close relations working in a medical field, more specifically, cancer research. MUST.REMEMBER.THAT.

I haven't gotten called since I moved back to MA, and I think it's weird, since I've had jury duty every other place I've ever lived.

Although I should hush my mouth, because they closed my local courthouse, and I'm not sure where I'd have to go or how I would get there.

I was called up for jury duty in Arkansas in 2003. The system there was that you were in the pool for three months, and had to call in each weekend to find out whether you had to report to the courthouse that Monday for random selection and voir dire

Hell really is other people. This has got to be the worst I have ever heard. The worst.

I got called up to jury duty three times while I was living in Philly. The first time was understandable, but you'd think someone would've then made a note that I wasn't actually American.

This has got to be the worst I have ever heard.

Consequence of a small population, I think. Fort Smith may be the second-largest city in Arkansas, but it still has only about 85,000 people total, only about 125,000 in the whole county.

Work gave us pie today, for staff appreciation.

That was a nice thing, and now I am wishing you all could have had pie days.

Also, it sounds like we need to introduce shrift to Amy's employers.

I've been called for jury duty twice. Once was in NC, and I would have been on the jury for a one day trial, but the presiding judge had car trouble, so they dismissed us.

Other time was in MD. It was a big murder trial, so they had a large jury pool. It took two full days to select a jury, and I was an alternate who wasn't needed. Good thing, because they said the trial would take weeks, and I ended up having to use vacation time for the time I was on jury duty. (I was working for a very small company, so I guess they could get away with that.) That was 14-15 years ago. I'm surprised I haven't been called since.

I've only been called up for jury duty once, and I didn't get picked out of voir dire. Maybe it's because I've moved so often, but I've been here four years, and I was at my previous address for five years. Not that I mind. I don't want to be on a jury.

Much ~ma to you and your family, Trudy.

And Amy, yeeps! I'm sorry to hear that work has so quickly become one of those "at least it's a job" kind of jobs.

The thing I posted and then quickly deleted earlier was this dialogue, just after petitioner's lawyer had made his closing statement:

Judge: So, we just heard our first closing argument, and it was nice and short. It's just a little after 11:30 now, so if respondent's counsel is ready maybe we can hear your closing argument and even have time for petitioner's rebuttal if he keeps it brief. Then we can break for lunch and when we reconvene, the jury can go right into deliberations. That seems like the best use of everyone's time, with which you've all been so generous. How do both counsel feel about that?

Petitioner's Attorney: Yes, absolutely, that sounds like a great timeline.

Respondent's Attorney: Actually, I have a PowerPoint presentation, so I need some extra time to set that up.

Jury: ...

Judge: ... Right. So, I guess, we take a two-hour lunch break. See you at 1:30!

And, oh, it was awful. Classically poorly-designed, multifonted, cheesy stock-photo'd, completely unnecessary, mockable except for the deadly serious subject matter (which made the cheesy stock photos even worse). That poor lawyer, that poor kid. It was ghastly.

And that poor man. Just exactly my age, looked easily a decade older, and so determined and already defeated. And it was obvious how much his doctors genuinely liked him and wanted him to be doing better than he was; he just really, genuinely wasn't.