A few weeks ago, I got a notice addressed to me from the "Office of Sheriff". My first reaction is not postable. I ripped the envelope open and saw that I had been summoned for jury duty selection. Agggh!!!!
I was not happy about this. I have a pretty full shooting schedule for April, plus I pick the girls up from school every day. I was very concerned that getting called for selection would mean that I had to serve on a jury next week. Not really a good time for me. Or the next week. Gah!!!!
So I made arrangement for the girls to go home with friends today, and I packed a bag of reading materials and trudged downtown. Traffic jams (from the other 3,999 people trying to get to jury duty selection) did not calm my nerves. I found a space in the garage across the street, and proceeded to leave my phone in the car. I was sure I'd return to a smashed window and no phone. More anxiety.
The room that we were in (all 4,000 of us -- I'm not making that up), was unbelievably depressing. Concrete floors. Mid-century plastic chairs that have probably been there for fifty years. Awful lighting. Rows and rows of dour-faced people. I felt like a cattle. A depressed cattle.
But then a miracle occurred. The jury coordinator addressed us. "Good afternoon," he said. Pause. Then, "it's your turn now," he added, as we said it back. Made me smile. He proceeded to tell us the rules, injecting humor in little doses. Then two judges arrived and we were all sworn in. The first judge spoke and this sounds a little goofy now, but I was moved by his words. He sincerely thanked us all for being there. He told us that he knew jury duty requires sacrifice and hardship, but he said it was the bedrock of our legal system. It's our civilized way of resolving disputes. He said he very much appreciated us being there and that he couldn't do his job without us.
And I was just ... wow! I
felt appreciated. I
felt that I was doing something important. I
wanted to do it. I'm still reading the book, "A Whole New Mind" and just finished a section on empathy. That judge was able to show that he knew how he felt. And was able to inspire us (at least me) as well.
The coordinator read us a list of dates available for jurors to serve. Thankfully, they weren't even starting until June. And he said if you were able to serve on the first date, stand in a line by the wall. He and an assistant handed out cards with that date. He stopped, read another date, and said to stay in line if you could serve, but get out of line if you can't. We repeated that cycle several times.
I finally got a card, on a week that works for me and I left. Wish I could tell you what happened to the people who waited to see if they could be exempt, but once you got your card you could go.
I love that. Those who choose to step up get rewarded with a margin of control of when they serve, and they get finished earlier. Those who hang back just prolong the experience. I'm glad I got my card, because if I do serve that week, I'm done with jury duty for ten years.
So. That's it. Crisis averted. This summer I'll just plan some playdates for the girls, serve my time and be done with it. I never thought I'd come home from this experience and tell people how enjoyable it was. And my cell phone was safely tucked into my non-vandalized car.