Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Kafka, anyone?

That's what I keep thinking of. Kafka. I told Rick, and he said, "You feel like a giant cockroach getting smashed underfoot, eh?" I had to admit I was thinking of The Trial instead. Now I come to think of it, though, why did he go straight to cockroaches? Hmmm... Maybe it's time for a haircut or some new makeup...

In any case, all those long corridors, and reporting to different rooms only to be told that one is in the wrong room at the wrong time, these images have long sat in the back of my mind and they now resonate more than ever. Maybe I shouldn't have been an English and Comp Lit major at such an impressionable age...

Long story short: I went today. I filled out a questionnaire consisting of 140 questions (!!). (I should note here that the questionnaire was very badly constructed; one would never get such a thing past a Human Subjects Review Board. I thought about writing a disquisition on that subject, but figured that I had hopes of leaving the courtroom sometime while it was still light out and desisted. I may not have thought that through very well, though; such a commentary might have gotten me a peremptory challenge right off the bat.) I was told that since I answered the question about whether serving on an eleven-week trial would constitute a serious hardship in my life (the answer was a resounding YES with four subparts fully explicated in very tiny writing plus an offer of supporting documentation), I need to appear again tomorrow morning at 9:30, at which point the judge will decide whether I then need to come back for the next step. Dudes, if I didn't have small kids at home and weren't halfway through a semester, this all might be very interesting (although to be honest, this is going to be one disturbing trial), but I am, so it's not. Should the judge not be swayed by my pleas, he will bind me over to appear for voir dire. This has spiralled completely out of control.

So, let's talk about something else entirely. Look what I got a couple of weeks ago when we were at SeaPort Village!
Isn't it fabulous? It's a mobile/windchime. Those little bells are sheep bells from India, and each has a slightly different tone. It moves and makes happy little ringing sounds and I was completely charmed when I saw it and bought it right away. I just knew I couldn't walk away without it, and I'm really glad that I didn't. (I'm trying to learn to pay attention to that feeling; I don't get it often, and I have always regretted it in the past when I haven't listened to myself.)

So, if you can spare them, keep thinking jury-less thoughts at me. And I will keep knitting, and trying to remember that my real job is being a professor, not wandering through the tortured corridors of our legal system, or filling out ridiculous forms for both the courts and my bosses, or negotiating labor law as it relates to furloughs; it's hard to keep track of that some days.

12 comments:

Rachel said...

Oy oy oy! I will cross fingers for you tomorrow!

I love your must have it wind chimes, it looks so pretty and I can impagine how nice it sounds.

My word verification is fulls, should have been fools! :)

Wanderingcatstudio said...

I love the fact that to prove it would be a hardship to spend all this time away from your family and work... you have to spend all this time away from your family and work! Oh the irony! Good luck.. I'm sending lots of non-jury-joojoo your way... and that wind chime is lovely.
My neighbour has a beautiful one and I love relaxing in my bathtub listening to it (my bathroom window faces their yard)

Anonymous said...

I hope that it works out for you . . . I am sort of lucky in that I can't be on juries due to unfortunate events and legal proceedings in my past. I never make it past the first question in the courtroom before they dismiss me. I believe in jury duty, but an 11 week trial is excessive for just about anyone.

Best wishes.
Sarah (scienceprincess)

Alwen said...

Oh oh oh! I don't get that feeling very often either, but spending the money is worth not having to think of the unbought-thing, over and over again, for years later.

I have a very nice big round hand mirror in the bathroom that I listened to the feeling about and never regretted it. For a whole two dollars!

PammieJR said...

I can't believe you have to go back! Last time I did duty, I got off a long trial because I had a pre-paid vacation!

I really hope you can get out of it!

Bea said...

Still sending juryless thoughts your way. 140 questions?? Wow.

I love the new windchimes!

KnitNana said...

You're in my thoughts. Dear heaven. You don't need this. Fingers crossed...

But the chimes? Perfection. I must see if I can find a way to get my lovely ones up in the house and find where the heat/ac comes by to blow them!!!
:)
Such is the life of a woman with severe allergies - no outdoor breezes for me.
(((hugs)))

Gwen said...

Clearly, you need to ignore it all (except for showing up where and when you're supposed to, if it's the right place). Sit and knit under those beautiful chimes.

fiberjoy said...

Just catching up, and my, what a September it has been for you!

How'd the jury thing go? Did you manage to get out? I also believe in serving jury duty and have enjoyed the process a few times, but eleven weeks?

Ed always gets himself thrown out when they begin the questioning. Mostly because of his degenerated discs and sciatic nerve which makes it extremely uncomfortable for him to sit for any length of time. As well as take multiple bathroom breaks. Judges do not like people who frequently raise their hand needing the restroom.

The two-ply shetland yarn used for the Dovecoat looks like the yarn I've been using for the caps I've made for the grandkids and son. Exquisite stuff.

twinsetellen said...

On the positive side - maybe the one question that will get you out of duty this time was just about cut in the editing process and someone said, nah, let's leave that one in.

I'd love to be on an 11 week trial - but sure can't imagine when it would fit into my life. Good luck!

EGunn said...

No jury, no jury, no jury...

I never "got" Kafka. Or maybe that was the point. I don't know. In any case, I feel for you trying to wend your way through those tangles and turns.

I love your wind chimes! So important to listen to the "must have" once in a while. =)

Anonymous said...

"they'd never get the survey past IRB/IEC" ... LMAO!


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