Mood:

Headachey
Blaaaerrrgghhhlll~ Sever bluckiness yesterday that made me come home early from work, slept it off enough to properly enjoy
Gargoyles-a-thon last night, now the head trolls with blunt hammers are back and I have to go to work in an hour and stand all night.
So on Thursday I went into downtown Edmonton for aforementioned jury selection. Forget the actually jury selection itself, just traveling down there was a whole plain of stressful bad that you can't even imagine, stemming from me getting on the wrong bus at the wrong time, although I can hardly be held accountable since the bus
said it was the 201, and I was seven minutes early so I just thought the bus was early too, so a novice bus rider such as myself really had absolutely no justification
not to think that was my bus.
Anyway, assorted bus havoc aside, it wasn't anything like what I thought it was going to be; for one, I went in prepared to be grilled in some interrogation-like interview but they didn't ask us a single question at all. Jury selection consists of 200 random strangers sitting in a courtroom where they made us watch a hardcore 70s intro movie to the process of jury selection, complete with big frizzy hair and ugly mustard suits, and then they randomly draw names and call us up twenty or so at a time to the front in a line before the prosecuting and defending lawyers for the case -- they stare at us, then either say "content" for yay, or "challenged" for nay, and in accordance we either sit bad down or take our place in the jury box until there's twelve jurors and two alternates. (It's
crazy. For all they know they could be selecting twelve racist bigots who don't like the color of the accused skin, and he'd wind up with life in jail whether he was guilty or not.)
So I'm an ALTERNATE. For an ATTEMPTED MURDER case.
So in a nutshell, I'm the backup they plop in the box if two of the jury members die or whatnot over the weekend, or if one of them dies and the first alternate goes MIA or similar. I have to go in on Monday, regardless, to see if I'm needed and if not they ship me off back home and I'm off scott free. Or at least that's the story they give us. . .
*Court officers show up at Brenna's house*
"You're under arrest."
"What?! But I'm an alternate for the jury!"
"No no, that means if the accused if found innocent, YOU go to jail, muh ha ha ha ha. . . Judicial loophole."
*Drags her off and bludgeons her death when she tries to flee across the border*
;_;
Oh, and then when I was waiting for the bus back to St. Albert, some woman I've never met before in my life drives up in her car near the curb, honks at me, and is like, "I was in the jury, you going to St. Albert, I'll give you a ride," and I'm like, *sweatdrop* "Um. . .no, thank you. . ." *takes a step away*, and I spent half an hour waiting for the stupid bus and avoiding the scary crazy man walking back and forth across the road. I hate Edmonton.