I started off 2017 being selected for jury duty. Not the normal, local, jury duty, where you spend a day downtown reading or playing on your phone until they tell you to go home. That stuff is easy; I get to enjoy having quiet time to read and people watch. Also, San Fernando Cathedral is right across the street from the courthouse. I like to go sit in the pews and contemplate the cosmos during the lunch break.
Mind you, I would love to serve on a jury. I've seen the shows, I know what to do. I even bring a pad of paper with me, in case I need to take NOTES! I'm determined to be a great juror, to do my utmost civic duty. I've never been picked, for some reason. Probably my education level. Or my profession; my job title has psychologist in it, and nothing makes lawyers cringe more. Who knows with lawyers?
But this time I got selected for FEDERAL jury duty. I was astounded. I've never been selected for FEDERAL jury duty before. It's quite a bit more pressure. Instead of just a single day, FEDERAL jury duty lasts for a month. Thirty days. Every Sunday after 6pm, I have to dial a special number and enter my designated JUROR number. Then I wait, until the recording tells me whether or not I have to show up the next day. The Western District Court even calls me on Fridays, to remind me to call on Sunday. The first Sunday I was good. I called at exactly 6:05pm, anxious to find out whether I'd be heading downtown the next day. The recording said I had not been selected to appear. I breathed a sigh of relief, hung up the phone, and went about my business.
My brain has been very quick to forget all about that Sunday phone call. I would get wrapped up in laundry, or work, or just life, and forget all about my federal jury duty. I put my summons on the fridge. I taped it to the banister. To no
avail--it disappeared, and I have no idea where it is. I just have the
copy I scanned for work. I have hot pink Post-It notes all over the place. I have written the word "CALL" on my hand. Don't judge.
I still forget. Sheer panic when I do remember, and I rush to find my phone. Because what if I do forget? Will the feds show up and arrest me? Can I plead chemo brain if I get arrested? Don't these people know that I forget my own name at least weekly? Do they know that I thought today was the 25th? Is this some sort of a test? Am I passing? If I don't get selected, does that mean I failed?
I have one more week left. I hope I make it.