Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Sitting in judgment
This Grand Jury business is fascinating. Next to it anyone's normal job would seem boring. I mean, I go in to the office on a typical day and who do I talk to? Concert pianists.
OK, well, next to jury duty, my job does not appear that boring after all.
But most people's jobs do!
Without revealing any details, we had a long and overheated day yesterday. We went into that beautiful and august building at the top of this post and we worked with hardly a pause from 9:30 a.m. until almost 5:30 p.m. By then I was so worked up and on overdrive that I had to hit Zumba class even if I had missed half of it. It was either Zumba or drink a whole bottle of wine!
The frustration of the jury is that you do not always agree with everyone else and I cannot stand it when the whole world does not agree with me.
Also whenever I close my eyes now I am seeing cops. Irish, Italian and African-American cops. It is like counting sheep, only less restful.
But there is a beauty to seeing the system in action. Yesterday in our crash course in the law we were told how our court system comes from England and goes way back. It always amazes me how what the Founding Fathers set up still stands. It stands now anyway.Whether it will continue to stand, who knows.
It is sweet how courteous the jurors are with each other.
There was one woman -- honest, it was not I -- who initially had an attitude problem, slouching in her seat, broadcasting that she did not want to be there. It was a joy to observe her gradually start pulling herself up and become active and involved. She even made a speech!
One woman was chewing gum the whole time and I was glad I did not have to sit next to her. Imagine having to listen to that chomping the whole time you are trying to hear testimony. Buffalo must lead the world in gum chewing. Everywhere you go you hear that chewing and snapping and popping.
OK, no more time to waste.
I am one busy lady!