Remember that thing I mentioned a while back? Well, that’s what I’ve been doing for the past couple of days.
Jury duty selection involves a lot of waiting. The judge was looking for a fluently bilingual jury as the accused speaks English, many of the witnesses will be English, but other testimony would be in French. I tried to get an exemption based on the fact that I don’t speak French well enough for a trial, where there would be a lot of terminology bandied about. Well, so did about 90% of the room. So the judge had to listen to each person as to why they should have an exemption.
My exemption request was rejected because the judge thought my French was just fine for the trial.
That was yesterday. Today they got around to actually choosing the jury. I went in, was asked a few questions about what I knew about the case (I had heard about it in passing), and the judge deferred to the lawyers.
Well, I guess the lawyers for the defense decided they didn’t love me or something as I was rejected. Then I was happy.
So I went to work only to find out someone I like and respect a lot was laid off. Then I was sad.
Then I picked up the missus and got a tourtiere and gravy on the way home. Then we ate it. Now I’m happy again.