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  1. Looks like I'll be doing a 2nd tour of duty! Coincidentally right after Turbo Tax told me my tax return was rejected.

    Anyway, my first jury duty was fucking awesome.

    Why? The case... but I'm probably not allowed to talk about that, but more than the case, it was everything around the case.

    Hanging out with the herd of people called down to the courthouse. There was 1 woman that didn't speak English, so she had her translator there. They wouldn't let her translator stay and was sent away. I'm not sure if it was a ploy to get her out of jury duty.

    Then getting called into an actual case, I heard some of the most amazing stories from potential jurors and the jurors themselves. The interviewed us right there front and center in front of everyone, even though we had the choice to be privately interviewed.

    Some of the stories:

    One woman's father had gone to prison. Why? Her father murdered a man.
    Judge asked if she felt he was guilty. She said well... the guy owed my dad money and my dad went over to his house with a hammer and only my dad walked out of that garage. WTF? holy shit. She wasn't selected for a juror.

    Then potential juror #2, some sort of mafia princess. Her grandfather, father, uncle, and brother all went to prison for money laundering and organized crime. Holy shit. Both these people were right next to me.

    One of the potential jurors said he didn't want to do it, he didn't want to be there, he'll just vote guilty no matter what and fuck up the system.

    One woman was grilled and asked a lot of personal questions about her kids, their ages, their genders. She eventually had to stop them and ask why they're asking all of this. Well they can't tell her why, since she's only a potential juror.

    When they finally came to me they asked a whole 2 questions. How do you pronounce your company's name. What do you do there? Then the judge made a joke how quick we got through the interview and not everyone will take 5 minutes.

    I was the first juror actually selected and I was the 6th potential. At some point, the judge called the 2 attorneys over and I heard them talking. The judge said something like, you can't keep rejecting people.

    On our jury was an interesting cast of characters, a sheriff's deputy that said we were lucky, because they were about to start selecting a jury for a double murder some man killed his neighbor's 2 little girls. Not just killed them, but had setup their bodies in a bathtub to make it look like they were double suiciding.

    We also had a teen straight from China. He had only been a citizen 3 weeks. He said back in China, they bulldozed his family's house to make room for a road. They gave them 1 day's notice to get out even if the bulldozer wasn't coming. They weren't paid for their house. Then his father said fuck this country and left.

    Then there was the Zamboni driver... Some how some way we had one of the most unique jobs ever on our jury. He said he got his job because he had gotten fired from his last job and as a laugh he applied for Zamboni driver and totally written out a fake answer application. Like name = Rainbow Bright. Why do you want to drive a Zamboni? Because on his father's death bed he said, son, become a race car driver and well driving a Zamboni is where he'll start his racing career. So he said they hired him, because they'd rather have a funny guy.

    Finally, we had the former Amish man, who was selected as our jury foreman. I'm happy he was, because he wasn't a pushover. He told us his dad had kidnapped him when he was little to go live a normal life away from the Amish world. He thought that he was learning to be a traveling salesman from his dad. Eventually his dad told him the truth that he was kidnapped.

    All interesting stories and I can't wait to do it again!

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    2. geo

      geo

      Well I had a day of jury duty yesterday. It kicked off with me arriving 10 minutes early to get to the jury room. However, the parking gate of the jury parking wouldn't open. Not just my gate, but the other gate next to mine. I pushed the call button, told them what's up because there's no parking attendant.

      The guy using the other entrance said eh fuck it. So he took off to find an unoffical place to park. I however was blocked in.

      The parking attendant came slowly to his post. Told me to push the gate button. ya think?

      Anyway, he determined it was a sensor issue and had me back up. Catch is he had the entire street back up so I could. We blocked city traffic for 10 minutes. Longer. Anyway, I checked into the garage 5 minutes late and everyone behind me too.

      So I ran to the courthouse and ran to the jury room.

      Meanwhile, the guy that said fuck it I'll find an unofficial place to park.... he was getting yelled at for being late to the jury pool room. The person in charge of the jurors was telling him he'd have to get sent home and come back a different week for failing to be there on time. There were 2 deputies moving in on him too.

      Apparently he's some hothead that can't calmly explain things. When I calmly explained things. Oh then they totally understood. One of the deputies even told the guy, 'that's how you explain things, you don't come in here saying your FN parking garage wouldn't let me in, we were about to throw you for acting so crazy.'

      Then came the 8 hours of waiting with 390 people in the jury pool. My word, 390 people in one jury pool. They have Wi Fi, but people were complaining it didn't work that well when you get 300 people using it.

      The county gives us $5 PER DAY, which they did last time. Everyone groaned hearing that, but to be honest, I don't want 400 people paid $5 an hour, that's $200 per person per week. That would be $80,000 per week for 400 people.

      They gave us a $5 voucher for lunch at their version of a Subway. I was grateful. Custom made sandwiches, salad bar, pizza! One woman was complaining there's no gluten free alternative. I asked if she had cyliac disease. She said no its a choice. By the end of the day I was thinking wow entitled fuckers are allowed to bring their laptops, cellphones, tablets, portable DVD players, and use WiFi, and get a free lunch custom made for you fresh, but they'll still bitch about WiFi not being good enough and not having gluten free bread when a salad is gluten free.

      There were teens wearing sunglasses in doors when it was thunder storming outside... it reminded me of the movie Big Daddy when the kid had invisibility glasses to cope with his fears of meeting people.

      In a room full of 400 people we first sat wherever, but by the end of the day, it was pretty interesting seeing the fact that everyone clumped together with people similar to them. The older guys, the 40 somethings, the business people, the techies, the people actually working from the jury duty via laptop, the people that were simply quiet reading, the scummy looking people and the hot chicks. They all clumped to similar people to them.

      Its like a sociology experiment.

    3. Cupboard

      Cupboard

      Wow, that was quite a read but interesting nonetheless. I was in the middle of downtown Detroit. We had to pass through metal detectors and we weren't allowed to have cell phones or any electronic devices. You basically had to find your own food or bring some from home. There were homeless people sitting in the lobby. It was late winter when I went in there but that didn't seem to matter - the waiting room was stifling hot with hundreds of people sitting and standing (there weren't enough chairs), no air circulation whatsoever. I was glad I brought a book to read, most people were staring at the wall hour after hour. I couldn't help but think, without a smart phone, some people just go brain-dead, if they can't have it, they having nothing to occupy their time and refuse to seek an alternative time-waster.

    4. geo

      geo

      TheCupboard said:

      Wow, that was quite a read but interesting nonetheless. I was in the middle of downtown Detroit. We had to pass through metal detectors and we weren't allowed to have cell phones or any electronic devices. You basically had to find your own food or bring some from home. There were homeless people sitting in the lobby. It was late winter when I went in there but that didn't seem to matter - the waiting room was stifling hot with hundreds of people sitting and standing (there weren't enough chairs), no air circulation whatsoever. I was glad I brought a book to read, most people were staring at the wall hour after hour. I couldn't help but think, without a smart phone, some people just go brain-dead, if they can't have it, they having nothing to occupy their time and refuse to seek an alternative time-waster.


      We had to pass through metal detectors at the front of the building. There's even a jury line and a non jury line. Makes sense 400 people all at once vs maybe 100 - 200 employees and clients.

      Cell phones get taken away in actual court, because some chick ruined it for everyone and Tweeted something about the trial she was on.

      Weird about the homeless people sitting in the lobby. I guess its a situation where they're victims of the state / county. They're homeless due to no job, addiction or whatever. Sorry to say this, but if they can't take care of themselves, it might be up to the state, county or community. Hops off soapbox :-)

      The jury room is hot with the bodies in it. And pretty dizzying when I stood up. Maybe there's no O2 so it keeps people less lively?

      There were a few people staring at not the wall but the giant window looking over a thunderstorm. Its still storming today. In fact its been raining every morning for the past 2 weeks. Time to build an arc.

      Oh and the first day, the woman in charge of the jury does a speech, then a judge does a speech and he said while the trial is going on, you can't talk about it. After the trial you can. So now I can tell ya'all about the the trial the last jury duty...

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