There were two guys at my wife’s job who pretty much knew they were going to get canned, mostly (per my wife) because they didn’t play the correct games with the CIO.
At any rate, yesterday was the division end of year celebration. They told the two sacrificial lambs to pack their desks and leave at noon, just before the group lunch. Classy people. At least they’re paid to the end of the year.
I answered the question honestly. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?
I spent a couple of days as a potential juror, but was never interviewed or used.
The guy had about a dozen witnesses against him for threatening his ex-girlfriend and the police who responded to the call. The main question his attorney was asking potential jurors was if they could be impartial if he had a dozen witnesses against him, including several police officers, with no witnesses on his behalf. They didn’t get to me, but as everyone else is claiming, ‘sure, I can be impartial’, I’m sitting there thinking ‘No, you’re guilty.’
Apparently, a day or two after they dismissed the rest of the jury pool, he took a plea bargain.
Dear employee, you work here, so yes, you actually have to do your job. Which implies that when people ask you questions about reporting you have produced all by yourself, you really do have to answer them politely, clearly, on time and thoroughly. You don’t get to pass it off to your co-worker, and I am not going to do it for you (though I will help you with your responses if you need it). And you don’t get to refuse to do it because you “don’t have time for this nonsense.” And most importantly, I’m really tired of telling you not to be an asshole (not in those terms, of course).
Incidentally, please stop complaining that you haven’t been promoted in seven years. When you get snide with people, refuse to answer questions about your own fucking product and won’t take on anything new, I will not recommend you for promotion. Sorry, but my job as your manager is to get shit out of your way so you can shine and to be a sounding board and/or compass when you need direction. I won’t do your job for you. Follow the action plan we created together or don’t, but remember that action plans don’t mean jack shit until you execute.
Sincerely,
Your manager (who’s seen you do really kick ass work, so I know you’re holding out; if you tell me why, I might be able to help you)
“It’s your duty, dammit!”
I am on the potential juror list, right now. So far they haven’t got as far as me, alphabetically. They don’t really need me as a juror. I am way too judgemental, plus I have social anxiety and agoraphobia. I would disrupt the court room, forsure. On top of that my sister used to date the judge. So I will be recused everytime. Thank god! I am doing my duty by showing up once a week and collecting $15 bucks. Seems kinda silly doesn’t it?
I haven’t served since college, but I really enjoyed my jury duty. It was a case about traumatic brain injury and drug addiction. This guy with drug addiction was hit by a car and sustained severe brain injury, and the insurance company didn’t want to pay for his treatment, which had to be at a special facility that could treat drug addiction and brain injury concurrently. There was all this testimony about how the drug addiction impacted the ability to treat the brain injury. There was one juror who held out, but the insurance company lost. I found the whole thing fascinating.
Has anyone here seen 12 Angry Men? One of my favorite films.
I think you might be reading too much into this. You know it’s nearly nonsecular obligatory family and friends gift-giving day, right? Every person and multi-celled organism at Amazon has probably been working flat out for a month straight. And while I don’t know if they discriminate deliberately against non-Prime customers, it certainly seems reasonable that if they’ve guaranteed 40 million people that their stuff will get there in two days, then anyone who didn’t get that guarantee is going to get deprioritized once their shipping capacity is maxed out.
Yep. The 1957 original, the 1997 remake, and a local performance of the play. All quite good.
I think that’s entirely fair. There was something screwed up with that original order and that was really my main complaint, but as I said and gave them credit for, they made it right. I also ordered something else last Sunday night, eligible for Prime or extra-cost two-day shipping. I opted for regular free shipping and it was scheduled for next Monday delivery. In fact it was shipped out late last night and arrived today (Thursday), arriving ahead of schedule like most Amazon stuff usually does.
I haven’t seen the remake. Those are hard shoes to fill. I think it’s one of the scariest movies I’ve ever watched… How subjective our criminal justice process is.
Anyone want to know what I got for my birthday? I get to be on Jury Duty until the 22nd.
I feel that the right to a jury trial is an important civic right, so the duty to serve on a jury if called is a very important obligation. Sadly for me, kitty refused to accompany me. Traitor kitty is a kitty, so got up, demanded her breakfast and then went back to bed to sleep on my nice warm pillow.
My BB bought me some balloons and we have learned that Westley is terrified of balloons. Funny and tragic all at the same time. Currently, she is hiding in the hall and sneaking peeks into the living room.
I’m not feeling the season. I’m kinda depressed in fact. And someone in my extended family posted something about being punished for leaving her ex husband since people have died in the decade since the divorce. She is in her 50s. I was a child when my mom died and barely out of my teens when my dad died. At least you had your parents for decades, got to know them as people and not just parental units.
I don’t know. I’m feeling out of sorts and missing the ones that i have lost and never knew, i guess.
I didn’t say anything to her about her post, but it obviously bothered me enough that i posted twice about it here. Ugh. I feel like a terrible person.
Oh no, I feel bad for you. Here’s my lame recommendation, do things you like. Go for a lunch at your favorite place. Ride around and look at Christmas lights. Make yourself do things. Go window shopping. Listen to cheesy Christmas music. Go to the shelter play with puppies and kittens. Write letters to those who are gone. Feel better!
In Colorado you don’t get paid unless you’re actually on a jury, and then only after three days. If you’re employed the employer may pay for the first three days. Then you get $50 a day for the rest of the trial, so I get $300 for nine days. They don’t even pay for your parking anymore here.
The actual trial was pretty interesting. Charges were kidnapping, menacing, assault and drug possession, and every witness that wasn’t either law enforcement or expert lied at least once about something.
Thanks. I dont think those are lame suggestions. I appreciate it, and may just try some of them!
I’m sorry you’re feeling such grief during the holidays, but you know, a lot of people feel shitty this time of year, you don’t have to feel guilty about it. You don’t have to feel guilty about your bitterness, either. It’s a natural response to loss.
I’m usually fine this time of year, but I feel like I’m slipping into depression for some reason. Maybe because all my best laid Christmas distractions seem to be falling through. My Aunt was supposed to visit, now she isn’t. We were gonna do Christmas at Sr. Weasel’s grandparents’, now we find out it’s being hosted by Terrible Person Uncle and nobody including his Dad wants to go. It’s probably going to just be me and my husband. We were invited to a minister friend’s church service, and we’re atheists, but we just might go.
I do hope you feel better. I lost my Mom real early too. I feel her around the holidays. I always put festive flowers on her grave and have me alittle talk with her. I have left written notes there, too. IDK it just makes me feel a connection. I am slightly agoraphobic so I only move around in my ‘safe areas’, so I don’t see my sibs much. But I do stay in contact as much as possible. Holidays are hard, I know. But just think a new year is coming.
I have Mom grief in a different kind of way. I was saying to a writer friend of mine that all my characters’ mothers are dead, because I don’t know what a loving mother is and I don’t feel like I can write anything more than a caricature. I could try to write a dysfunctional Mom relationship but that would just be emotionally taxing. Ergo, no Moms in the picture.
The other day I felt a flash of bitterness when I heard two coworkers raving about how great their Moms were. Then I thought, “You know what, I can’t have what they have, but my future kid can have that. That’s going to be my future kid someday.”
Then I felt a little better.
I have a mini-rant.
I cannot stand the euphemism “Pre-Owned”… Its f*cking USED!!!
What, did the same person own it before owning it?