Captain’s Log 5,761
It’s been a few days. I’ve been swamped. No need for a litany of things, but what I really did NOT want to see in the mailbox yesterday was this.
Oh, no no no no no no no no!
Not only is this annoying and inconvenient, they want me to report the day after I get back from the Super Bowl party in Las Vegas! I don’t think so. I wish it was easy to do jury duty, but I don’t get paid time off to serve. If I go and do jury duty, I am on my own time. Small businesses cannot afford to have people out sitting in a courtroom. It’s a bad system. I think it should be mandatory and I think the state should pay the employer $150 a day for each employee who is out on jury duty. Like that will ever happen.
So I sign off on the form and say I will experience financial hardship if I go. It’s not really true, but it’s the best excuse they offer. I don’t see a box titled Just Returning From a Vegas Party and Will Be Too Tired. My former boss at the museum tried to get me out of it once by claiming I was going to be the only senior staff working during that time and the museum would have to close if I went. Big deal. They didn’t care. I had to go.
I was never summoned for jury duty when I lived in Minnesota. Not once. I have been summoned at least 10 times since I moved to California. I served on a jury the very first time I was called. So much for people telling me I would never be seated. I spent six days in a courtroom presided over by Judge Mudd, a direct relative of the famous Dr. Samuel Mudd who was convicted and imprisoned for aiding John Wilkes Booth after the Lincoln assassination.
Did he or didn’t he? I just know he should have buttoned his vest better for the photo.
Judge Mudd, tough as nails.
Judge Mudd presided over the famous Westerfield trial here in San Diego. Westerfield was tried, convicted and sentenced to death for the murder of 7-year-old Danielle Van Dam in 2002. The trial attracted nationwide attention.
As much as I would like to do my civic duty, I cannot. Many people have the same challenge. And that is why a jury of “peers” is often composed a unemployed crazy cat ladies who carry troll dolls in their purses. It’s a broken system. Not much I can do.