Sunday, February 28, 2016

Jury Duty. Again.

I think I figured why I always get called to Jury Duty. From all my years in foodservice, I know how to operate the coffeemaker in the jury room….

Anyway, I just finished up another stint as a juror. It was my fifth time. I don’t mind at all. In fact I look forward to it (especially since my current employer pays me for it, too). In Washington state, employers are not required to pay employees for time missed due to jury duty. They’re just required not to fire you for taking time off for it (historically, the courts have taken a rather dim view of employers who retaliate against jurors who served….).

So, I reported my first day. All my previous terms of jury service have been for two weeks, or dismissed by the court. This time it was for only one week (or dismissed by the court). Within two hours, I was in a pool for jury selection. It started out as a questionaire. Some of the questions were rather sensetive in nature, so there was an option to answer those in private. I didn’t have to answer them, so I filled it out and handed it in. An hour later, they called some candidate jurors to come back at 1:30, and the rest of us were excused for the day. So I went to work for half a day. The next day, I came in and waited for 2 hours. They called some more back for personalized questioning. And the rest of us were sent home again for the day. So I worked another half day.

Thursday, the third day, we finally got into the court room for voir dire. And there was a reason for the questionaire and having more than a few jurors answer their questions in private. It was a criminal trial. Somebody was charged with second degree rape. Or inital term of jury service was for only 1 week, but this trial was projected to go all the way through next week. That was irrelevant to me since my aforementioned employer was paying me for this. Anyway all day Thursday, the court and the attorneys were questioning the jury pool. And finally at 4 o’clock Thursday, they finally had the jury. Everyone else who didn’t get picked was thanked and sent home, their service obligations fulfilled. Not me. 13 other jurors and myself were seated on the panel. We were sworn in as jurors. And then we were sent home for the weekend. I then told my employer that I was going to be day-to-day for the next week, and I wasn’t able to say anymore (the courts really take an even dimmer view of jurors discussing the case. Every time we were excused for lunch or recess, we were warned by the judge not to discuss the case).

So, the following Monday, the actual trial started. We heard testimony for three days. What basically happened was that a 19 year-old boy took out a 16 year old girl on a date. She had a midnight curfew. At the end of the date, they went to his house. And into his room. And they had sex. Sometime during the encounter Mr. Happy went into the wrong opening. She told him to stop he did. She left. She got home. It was after her curfew. She had hickies. She had to explain them both. So she said the “R” word. 911 got called. And once a 16 year old getting raped is reported to the authorities, it’s a genie that’s not going back in to the bottle. It didn’t help the defendant’s case that he changed his story 8 times during questioning and on the stand.

The prosecutor in his case said that the defendant just took her and forced himself upon her. The defense said it was consensual, and he stopped when she told him to. Evidence was admitted (pictures of her supposed injuries, and the clothes that she was wearing at the time). The ‘victim’ and her best friend were the first to testify. And there testimony had several holes in it. For example, they couldn’t remember a lot it (it was 9 months ago). You would think that if it really happened, you’d remember it clearly). And then there were the photos. The prosecutor said that they were bruises. No, those were hickies. And she said she was bleeding from her anus during the initial report, yet there was no evidence of it during the forensic exam (in fact, she didn’t mention it at all during the exam).

So on Thursday, the attorneys gave their closing arguments, and the case was given to us for deliberation. Within in an hour, we had a verdict. Each juror had there own reasoning for it, but we each all had our reasonable doubts. Among other reasons was the fact that he stopped. If he was really going to rape her, he would have finished it (this is a 19 year old). So we returned the only logical verdict: not guilty. I just couldn’t see this being a rape, let alone the defendant commiting one.

The sad part about this is how easily this could’ve been prevented. There were at least two sets of parents involved here. And if at least one of them had grown a pair, and laid down the law… If the boy had not brought the girl home to his room late at night (what will happen every time is Mr. Happy is going to try to make an appearance, and despite his name, he can make you sad). If the girl’s parents had insisted on meeting him beforehand. I remember when I was his age, and I dated a girl, I had to meet her parents, be vetted and approved. If he had not dated a 16 year old (again if her parents actually met him first). There were so many points of failure in this case where it could’ve been prevented it before it got to Superior Court, District 3.

I said earlier that she had to explain why she was late, and had hickies, and so she said the ‘R’ word. Once she said that, and her father called the police, the Genie was out of the bottle. First the responding deputy had to take the clothes she was wearing at the time. All of them. And they were admitted into evidence in the case. Even the hot pink thong. And then she had to go to Tacoma General for a forensic exam (the so-called ‘rape kit’). Pictures of all her ‘injuries’ were taken, and again admitted into evidence and published (even on certain body parts that you’d generally be embarassed to see). As for the defendant I’m pretty sure that the past nine months have been a pure hell for him. I’m pretty sure he’s going to excersize better judgement form now on. Next time he brings home a 16 year old girl, there’s a very good chance that he’s not going to find another jury as fair and impartial as we are.

Lessons to be learned from this: Don’t date 16 year-old girls. If you do, don’t bring them home, and into your room. If you do, Mr. Happy is going to come out, and it may not be pleasant. Parents, now is the time to lay down the law. Now is the time to be complete bitches to them about who they date. Insist on meeting their dates, and if you don’t approve don’t be afraid to lay your foot down. They may think that they’re ready for more rights and responsibilities, but they’re still your kids, and they don’t yet really understand the potential consequences…

This was my fifth jury service, and my sixth trial. I think one the reasons why I get picked for trials is that given all my previous years in foodservice, I can operate the jury room coffeemaker. But I still look forward to it. There are only two ways the average American can directly takde part in the government process: voting and jury service. If you (or I) were charged with crime we didin’t commit, then we’d want a jury trial. The system does have it’s flaws (think OJ Simpson, for example), but it’s the best of what’s around….

Monday, February 22, 2016

My weekend had been cut short....

Here I am, on the bus. My supposed weekend was cut to one day. But three are more important duties to attend to than sitting on my ass trying to preemptively fight the yucky feeling in my throat.

But more on this later. I can't tell you much now.

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Another trip to the shoe store

If you remember my last trip to get feet, I got two pairs, and they weren’t cheap. But the nature of my commute means they get used quite heavily (meaning they wear out quickly). And as they wear, my feet start to get sore. Sometimes it gets so bad doing the Sore Foot Shuffle, especially at work. Today, I was at my second hob, and that was near the certain other shoe retailer (it wasn’t Wally World) that I got my other shoes from. When I got my shoes I got two pairs from two different brands (Columbia and Wolverine). They both started out ok, but recently my feet started objecting to the Wolverines.

So today, I got another pair of Columbias. Same size, same style. I also got a pair of shoe inserts. They’re a lot less than replacing my Wolverines, and maybe I just need some extra cushioning. If not, they’ll work in my Columbias as well….

Saturday, February 13, 2016

It’s such a sucky morning….

It all started last night. As I took off my shoes, I noticed some soreness on my right achilles. When I took my sock off, it looked raw. Immediately, I started thinking about my commute the next morning (which on Saturday mornings involves an uber-long walk). This morning, I got up, went through my morning routine, and headed out the door. 3 blocks away, I realized it was going to be a no-go situation (mainly because I was limping out the door). And I decided to call out. Which was an adventure since the phone went down, but I did get word through.

And now I’ve got the yucky feeling in my throat. Hooray me. I think I might be bringing my supply of tea to work next week….

Sunday, February 07, 2016

He can beat them both…

Tom Brady’s weakness is a Manning. Twice he went up against Eli Manning in the Super Bowl, and twince Eli Manning came back with The One Ring. This year, Tom Brady got his Well-Deserved Beating at the hands of Peyton Manning. And at the Super Bowl today, Peyton Manning gave Cam Newton a Well-Deserved Beating.

Actually it was more of the Denver Broncos defense that led them to victory. It has always been said that your offense will sell your tickets (let’s face it, fans go to games to see points on the board). But your defense is what will win your games. It’s simple: your oppenents won’t win if they don’t score…

Now onwards. The Sounders FC have started there preseason already. And the Mariners will be starting spring training shortly….

Render unto Ceaser, 2016 Edition, part II

Apparently the IRS has one thing that a drug dealer won’t find in a post office: speed. Last Sunday, I recieved word from H&R Block (I filed electronically) that my return was accepted. Saturday morning, according to the IRS refund tracker tool, my refund was approved, and I should be getting it sometime this week.

Sometimes it pays to file as soon as possible. Previous years it has taken me several weeks, up to a month to get my refund. Then there are the times when I had to pay, and I took my time to file (why be eager to pay your taxes). Then there were the times when I couldn’t afford to pay. But I still filed (past due taxes is one thing. You’ll have to pay interest and penalties). But not filing is another thing (just remember, they finally put Al Capone away for tax evasion)… But those days are in the past, and the slate with IRS was long since wiped clean…

Refund should be here Wednesday…

Sometime in the past fall….

Sometime in the past fall, I made it a point to thank the HR lady at work. What had happened was that I was given a set schedule at work. It was mainly to address a specific need at the company for somebody to consistently be there at a certain time (and I had the skill set that the company need), and also to address some concerns I was having about working late one night, and then having to turn around on short notice to be there über-early the next day (not the easiest to do when you take the bus). But one of the side effects of this was that I also got Sundays off. During football season. And that’s what I thanked her for.

So today is the Super Bowl. I’ve already been to Wally World and pillaged the deli. I’m watching the game. Not for the actual game, but for the commercials. My football season ended when the Seahawks were eliminated in the playoffs, and Tom Brady got his Well-Deserved Beating the following week. That Man-Diva has his weakness. His name is Manning. Be it Eli or Peyton.

Colin Kaepernick will be at the Super Bowl this year. If he buys a ticket…