Friday, September 29, 2017

Long Hard Day

Life sometimes just isn't fair.  I wanted to be on a jury, but I wanted to be on the jury not a damn alternate.  Phooey.  Now I have to spend five weeks  listening and I don't even get to deliberate.  And it screws up my whole exercise routine.  And food routine.  BLAH>

The first day of jury selection I came straight from swimming, and I forgot water, food basically everything, so I need to be careful for the next few weeks to ensure that I have food and water or I will be eating my way through the food court at Westfield.

The first day I went to the mall via 6th street.  It was horrible.  Shit on the sidewalk (I am sure it wasn't dog shit) the street itself smelled like an uncleaned bathroom, and I was wondering where were those public bathrooms that the city put around?  Not on 6th.

I walked back on 5th street, which was much nicer.  The homeless even have tents, and some of those tents looked well cared for. 

Anyway since I have a hour and a half for lunch I just walked around.  So I am definitely going to get my 10,000 steps in at least.


2 comments:

  1. Hopefully it will be interesting case. They kicked me off the jury because grandpa was Chief of Police and I was a plaintiff's paralegal. The case was about police brutality on a thief. Haven't been given a jury notice since! Kimmie

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  2. So sorry T3 has a keen nose - 6th street wins the unpleasantly aromatic award of SF. Also sorry not on the real jury. HOWEVER, on a five week trial, I bet a couple of the jurors will "disappear", so don't be surprised if you get to deliberate. Hang em all!

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