Another non-event in the jury selection waiting room. Arrived at 9:30, waited, then told to go home by 12:30 or so. I have to go back again tomorrow.
Sometimes I like looking at the universe with rose coloured glasses, so I am listing the best parts (so far) about my juror experience:
1. I get to sleep in until 6 AM, do my workout, and leave the house at 8:30 AM. Usually, I'm at work by 7 AM-ish... I am loving the extra sleep time and bonus workout hours.
2. The 9 AM subway rush hour crowd is definitely different from the 7 AM crowd. My conclusion: going to work early is best.
3. I am not in meetings ALL THE TIME.
4. I get to respond to urgent emails only. I am not reachable by instant message. I still receive an average of 100-150 emails per day, but whatev, at least I'm not in meetings.
5. I get to delegate a LOT because I am physically not in the office :o)
6. I can re-read books that I've purchased before getting a library card. I am reading "Blackfly Season" by Giles Blunt, one of my favorite authors. He is Canadian and most of his books are set in Algonquin, which we visited in the summer.
7. I am home at a reasonable time which allows me to cook dinner (if I wanted to :o)
8. I have time to do a blog entry!
That's it so far, I will keep thinking about the good parts re. this experience. Day 3 tomorrow!
Notes:
1. I finally found the real food court at the Eaton Centre! I remembered I used to go there all the time when I was young and a punk and thinking I am Jenny from the Block. It's still right off the Dundas entrance at lower level. Below H&M (which used to be Sears). They definitely did a makeover but the oldies are still around (KFC, A&W, Tim's, etc). Some new food joints thrown in but all in all the same. The garbage area is called - get this - "Collection Station" hahaha. I'm going to use that term now every time I need to find the garbage. "Excuse me... do you know where the Collection Station is??"
2. I have concluded that there are subway crazies regardless of what time you're riding the subway, or the line that you are in. Today there was a guy who was walking in the train grunting and doing martial art moves and he STOPPED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and I closed my eyes and I mentally walked through the self-defense move that I would do in case he decides to bother me, which is to pretty much kick him in the groin and possibly break his windpipe, Jason Bourne style. This was on the Yonge-University-Spadina line.
3. The second crazy was on the Bloor-Danforth line. This dude had a whole joint rolling system on his lap. Rolling joints while rapping at the top of his lungs. I just ignored him, but no lie I was trying to understand if I can recognize the song he was rapping. I didn't, it wasn't 90s hip hop as I would hope, so not only is he a loser, but he also has bad taste in music.
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