Truly a waste of money, but if I ever get roped into jury duty I hope that's what I get. I wouldn't find being on a jury in a murder case "exciting", I'd find it nerve racking. I am so not qualified to judge such things. If the verdict's wrong in an annoying lawsuit no one's life is generally ruined.
I'm not sure that I would use the term exciting for any Jury case, Interesting might be a better word. Jury Duty is rather dull just having to sit and listen for days or weeks on end until you get to the dilberation part. And yes I have done Jury duty 2xRape, 1 x Kidnapping and a fraud case which was more or less dismmised after the Jury was impanelled. I've actually been called a 2nd time but as they kept deferring it I was evetunally excused.
Every time I've been called all the cases settled. I certainly wouldn't want to be on a case that lasts weeks and weeks. But if I was on the jury for a serious crime, given what I've heard of people being railroaded because they can't afford good lawyers then proven innocent after they already served decades, I'd trust my own ability to rationally and fairly judge over an arbitrary group of 12 strangers.
The one time I made it passed the selection round and was asked questions about reasonable doubt, I'm pretty sure the prosecutors didn't like it when I said something like, "To convince me of something, all your ducks need to be in a row, and the more serious the accusation, the more ducks you need to have in that row."
When I lived in Austin, it seemed like I was called every year. I would sit for hours and hours and never got picked for jury duty. The one time I was chosen, the guy died before trial. The judge brought us in, told us what happened, and told us to not feel bad about it, because the accused was on his twentieth or so trial for child porn and molestation. When I moved to the 'burbs outside Houston, I got called for one trial--a DWI in a local city in the suburbs--and was foreperson. The trial lasted 2 days. We found her guilty. There wasn't much to it--a pretty cut and dried case. That was several years ago and I've never been called back since.
If I got called up for jury duty, my first priority would be to establish which one of the Twelve Angry Men I'm supposed to be.
I'd have loved to be able to say that I'd served upon a jury. Canadian law being what it is, I'd never be able to say much of anything about it once it was done, though. I got called to sit and wait twice, but never got to the point where I'd have to face the attorneys of the two sides.
There's one website in particular that I wish would be updated to suit the situation: D.M. Phoenix's website.
Fortunately there haven't been a lot of 'maskholes' at my store. There was the occasional shouting match in the early days of the pandemic but it never got too out of control. Nobody got violent, anyway.
This is ridiculous and you deserve some type of compensation for your inconvenience and stress caused by all the delays. They should at least reimburse you for any costs such as hotels and a stipend for meals since you have no access to your kitchen. Be sure to demand something like that, don't just ask.
[SIZE=6]“In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street. A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street.”[/SIZE] ― Neil deGrasse Tyson
Feeling trapped. Not that it excuses it because he was definitely was wrong. Just that he felt trapped and lashed out. A similar incident was part of my loss prevention training as a manager.