Jurorsaurus

For a change of pace, all last week, I sat for 8 hours a day. Well, actually, I guess not change of pace. Exact same pace. Different place. Different time. Different pay. Less comfortable chair. I was a juror on a personal injury lawsuit. I sat through four days of character witnesses and doctors' testimonies. It was a rude invasion into someone's life, but she volunteered it.

I have a new loathing for personal injury lawyers. Their logic is annoyingly fallible. The plaintiff's lawyer's closing arguments were literally nauseating. His attempt at mixing logic with emotion wouldn't emulsify. You know, mayonnaise is an emulsion of vegetable oil and egg yolks. Try eating that unemulsified and that's about how I felt during his closing argument. Then, the defense followed. The two lawyers split their time. The woman's argument was more palatable. For me, her argument and the testimony of one of the doctors really shaped my opinion. The male defense lawyer tried the fire and brimstone angle. Not a fan. He started yelling about how the plaintiff's emotional argument made him angry. I don't respond well to yelling. I shut down.

We deliberated for 2.5 hours and awarded the plaintiff about 6.5% of what they asked for.

I want to work in a place that is professional. Where buddies don't barge in, leaving me standing alone with my ignored greeting while they go and chat with my boss and the other girl. Where all the clients are equal. Where promises are made but when it comes time to dole them out, there is a second interpretation and I get shafted.

I guess more important than this is I wish I had the (no ifs ands or buts, these kids got) guts to actually tell my boss that the way he stated above promise did not for one minute make me think of the second, shafting interpretation.

Workplace Pet Peaves part infinity + 1

People will come with appointments (or without) to see my boss and I'll go up the the lobby to greet them and they say they're here to see my boss and I go to buzz him to let him know, but the people just start walking upstairs to his office. How fucking rude is that to not give me pause to inform him that there's someone heading upstairs. What if he's in the can? What if he's looking at porn? What if he just doesn't want to see this person? Plus it shows no regard for what I do. Gah!