Hi, I’m Geochick.

Welcome to my blog. What started out as a private blog to document our adoption journey has evolved into my journey through therapy and spiritual awakening. Without our struggles to build a family, I’m not sure I’d be waking up, and for that I’m grateful.

On Jury Duty

 I almost forgot about a jury summons. Lucky for me, S remembered and prompted me to check the date and I didn't miss it. *phew* However, I had to tell my boss that the summons could interefere with travel I had scheduled, which is a bummer to have to give the news that I can't handle my schedule. 

Dutifully, I informed colleagues that my travel may get cancelled, and lo and behold, my number was instructed to show up on a Monday morning at 8:30. 

Its been several years since I've had jury duty, and I've never been to our new courthouse. I'll say this, the assembly room is much better than the old courthouse. It's large and bright with pleasant artwork and restrooms close by. The chairs are still uncomfortable. 

Sitting on an uncomfortable chair, I attempted to work on a project schedule and address important emails. There was a time when I would gladly bring a good book with me, but those days are past. I don't work overtime, and that means I always feel behind. So, if it's a weekday and I'm sitting in a courthouse, might as well try to be productive.  

At 11:15am, my number was called. Exciting! Last time I was dismissed from the assembly room feeling like I just wasted 2.5 hours of my life. At least this time, I saw the inside of a courtroom. About 18 of us filed into the room and to my surprise the attorneys were standing. General questions from the judge commenced as she ran through the first cut. Several people invoked religion as an excuse for not being able to judge someone else. A couple of people had been involved in similar cases. With that being the first cut, I made it to the jury box with 12 others. For the type of case being tried, only 6 jurors would be chosen. We all had a list of questions to answer while the prosecutor and defense attorneys scribbled notes on our education levels, occupation, family occupations, affiliations with friends or family in law enforcement and law professions, interests, hobbies, TV viewing habits. Seemed like a lot of information, but ok. About 20 minutes into the process, I had an inkling that I was out. I was the only technical person in the box, and one of the most educated. Both sides spent a fair amount of time grilling the other master's degree holder (teacher) and completely ignored me. When I was finally dismissed, I couldn't help but smirk my way out of the courtroom. 

I don't think I've ever experienced such a smug feeling before. The elitist high stuck with me for quite some time. No one wanted me on the jury, I'm too smart.*




*Clearly, my head is up my ass. Likely, my attitude in which I was not warm towards either attorney, I sat with closed posture as I'm wont to do when nervous, and I rolled my eyes at the defense attorney when he used the phrase "stand your ground" all contributed to my dismissal. He was an idiot. 


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