I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I have Jury Duty today. I’m here in the waiting room right now, which has thoughtfully included ethernet cables and powerstrips for NY workaholics. However, the numbers are not particularly well thought our… 100 seats, 4 workstations.

The “invitation” said 8 AM, which I arrived fashionable early for, but then the street baliff guarding the door told me I couldn’t go in for about ten minutes, honey. So 8 AM was the door time. I looked in the windows of the Odeon (closed) across the street and the Bouly Bakery (just opening). When I was allowed in at 8 AM, the lights were off and the place was empty. About five past the room manager noticed me sitting there and graciously turned on the lights and added they usually didn’t get started until 8:45. So, begins the waiting.

I could do “work” here but my latest flyer commission involves drawing a sambo head on a photo; which I believe would earn me some non-judicious looks from my fellow jurors walking by. I also can’t have a camera (or camera-equipped cellphone; should I do a daring 200×300 pixel expose on the squishy-seated room full of tired civic duty doers) in here and the other thing on my to do list is take 24 pictures of pointing hands. So, stalemate.

Am I going to have to give up my computer station at some point? Would it be rude not to? Without my cellphone I don’t have a clock and I want the time always in view… so I can watch every agonizing minute tick by.

This entry was posted on Thursday, October 20th, 2005 at 7:56 am and is filed under Progress.