I thought this was really funny. Plus, it mentions both of my brother's names. Well, sort of: Benjamin and Gideon (my older brother is named, Gwydion). What are the odds? Enjoy
Friday, August 24, 2007
I made it. Now what?
My whole sleeping situation is messed up thanks to last night. As you may know, last night (Wednesday night) I had insomnia and I couldn't sleep the entire night. It made yesterday really tough on me, to say the very least. To make things worse, I had to fulfill my civil obligation to the city of Baltimore by serving jury duty. If you've never done this before and you get summonsed, do your best to get out of it. Unfortunately, I couldn't (long story, I'll spare you). The combination of exhaustion and the smell of the tightly crowded jury rooms was just about unbearable. I'd have almost rather been tied to a bed, flat on my back, with slowly dripping water coming down onto my forehead. One thing is for certain, thank goodness for my Blackberry. It may have been illegal to use in a courtroom, but I did - all day long.
For those of you who do not know, jury duty is akin to going to church for a very long Catholic wedding, playing golf on a very crowded city course on a Saturday in June, shopping the day before Christmas or waiting in the Grim Reaper's waiting room - literally. You sit and stand and sit and stand and pace and run your hands through your hair all freaking day long, just waiting and waiting for someone to call your number. It's so exciting in that brief moment when you hear, "285...285, will you please approach the bench?" Oh, the joy.
The room you're in is very hot and you have nothing to eat or drink and your in these hard, wooden chairs that clearly were not designed for the human ass. Eventually, your number is called for the last time, you're asked a ton of questions, and finally, you're interviewed one on one by a judge and either released or chosen to serve. This process takes a good 8-9 hours. I was one of the lucky ones as I was not chosen. The walk to my car was probably similar to how it feels to be released from prison. You know you're free, but you have a sense that any minute you could hear your number called again and have to turn right around. For, the people in the black robes, they run the show, and you have to do what they say.
The only interesting part of the day was learning that the courtroom I was in is used for filming quite often. Aside from several movies, it is often featured on the HBO show, the Wire, and was the main court room in the show, Homicide. Both are Baltimore-based shows. Finally, the court was made from marble that was donated by one of the Leo Popes and was actually shipped from the Vatican. Like I said before, it was exactly like being in at a Catholic wedding...all the way down to the walls and floors.
Due my lack of sleep from the night before, I went straight home (this is at 4:30pm, mind you), and after a small dinner, went directly to bed. I was hoping I could stay awake for a couple hours until maybe 8:00. I knew if I didn't, I would wake up earlier than I wanted. Of course, I fell asleep around 6:00pm. Hence, my banging away at my keyboard at 3:45am. I just woke up...my mind started racing about the things I had to do tomorrow and over the weekend and now Jonny A is officially screwed. HA HA
For those of you who do not know, jury duty is akin to going to church for a very long Catholic wedding, playing golf on a very crowded city course on a Saturday in June, shopping the day before Christmas or waiting in the Grim Reaper's waiting room - literally. You sit and stand and sit and stand and pace and run your hands through your hair all freaking day long, just waiting and waiting for someone to call your number. It's so exciting in that brief moment when you hear, "285...285, will you please approach the bench?" Oh, the joy.
The room you're in is very hot and you have nothing to eat or drink and your in these hard, wooden chairs that clearly were not designed for the human ass. Eventually, your number is called for the last time, you're asked a ton of questions, and finally, you're interviewed one on one by a judge and either released or chosen to serve. This process takes a good 8-9 hours. I was one of the lucky ones as I was not chosen. The walk to my car was probably similar to how it feels to be released from prison. You know you're free, but you have a sense that any minute you could hear your number called again and have to turn right around. For, the people in the black robes, they run the show, and you have to do what they say.
The only interesting part of the day was learning that the courtroom I was in is used for filming quite often. Aside from several movies, it is often featured on the HBO show, the Wire, and was the main court room in the show, Homicide. Both are Baltimore-based shows. Finally, the court was made from marble that was donated by one of the Leo Popes and was actually shipped from the Vatican. Like I said before, it was exactly like being in at a Catholic wedding...all the way down to the walls and floors.
Due my lack of sleep from the night before, I went straight home (this is at 4:30pm, mind you), and after a small dinner, went directly to bed. I was hoping I could stay awake for a couple hours until maybe 8:00. I knew if I didn't, I would wake up earlier than I wanted. Of course, I fell asleep around 6:00pm. Hence, my banging away at my keyboard at 3:45am. I just woke up...my mind started racing about the things I had to do tomorrow and over the weekend and now Jonny A is officially screwed. HA HA
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