When we asked for samples of tissues at work, they sent us a few boxes to show what they could do. This is the top of one of the boxes. I don't know what it was for or what it means, but it involves a bathroom, a fist and excitement!
I miss you! It has been too long since we talked, so I thought I'd write you a quick note to catch up.
I think part of the reason I don't talk to you as much as I used to is that I connect you with Roscoe the pug. Since he passed away, I've been avoiding you. Not that you should be shocked, I had started to avoid you as Roscoe started his long decline.
Everything else is going well. Lots of writing and work and other amazing stuff going on. I'm actually spread a little thin, so people aren't seeing me as much as they used to.
I do read LJ, but I don't really comment.
Oh, and, the only place I get negative comments is LJ. The person doing it does it anonymously, but I know who she is. It makes me not want to write here. I could turn off anonymous comments, but I get some great ones on old posts that I don't want to miss.
In any case, I'm trying to think of a new use for this space. It's still useful and I love the people here. The question is, Can I overcome the inertia and preconceptions of this old space or should I just find a new space?
All the best to you guys in the new year!
Whether it's simply taking a few extra ketchup packets or tucking rolls of toilet paper into their jacket, it always makes me laugh at how far people will push stores, basically daring to them to call it stealing.
Not that it's that harmful. It's even expected in some cases. Nancy always packs away the shampoo at her hotels so they'll give her a fresh supply when they clean the room. I take way more than my share of condiments when I eat out. More than one teriyaki shop owner has had the talk with me about how much I use.
My favorite example recently was a guy at Costco. While we ate a slice of pizza in the food court, he came in with multiple potato sack sized plastic bags. He didn't buy anything, he just carefully walked up the drink dispenser, put his bag under the ice machine and began filling it up. He probably took about five pounds of ice and no one said anything. From the aggressive stance he had on the way out, you could tell he was basically daring someone to say something.
The ice, after all, was free, right?
Today at Starbucks, the couple in front of us both ordered iced lattes. They were very large people - one with a cane, the other with a walker. They stood in the drink preparation area, blocking it off from other people, as if they were leaning against a bar, and sipped their drinks. Every time they took a sip they would pick up the pitcher of half and half and fill up the empty spot in their glass.
This went on for a long time. They had to get a new pitcher of half and half. By the time they left, they both had giant cups of half an half and sugar in the raw.
It's free right?
I've decided to call their drink a Power Shake. Start with a latte and work your way to pure half and half in 3,000 calories.
Dare the people at Starbucks to say anything. The customer is always right.
I do not pretend to be an expert, this is just what happened to me.
The court is on 3rd avenue in Pioneer Square. This is a very bad neighborhood. The block that the court is on is heavily patrolled by security and police, but around that it's half-naked screaming homeless guys, drug dealers and prostitutes as far as the eye can see. So, be careful.
Take the bus if you can, but if you want to park, do not pay more than $13 for the day.
Prepare for your jury duty the same way you would for a trip through airport security because, guess what, you're going to have to go through airport security. You can bring liquids (And if you want coffee bring some, the free stuff is terrible) and you won't have to take off your shoes. Don't wear a metal belt buckle or have anything in your pockets that you don't want other people to see. Also, no knives or other weapons. Duh, but yeah.
The size of the security line varies at different times of day, so always plan on having to wait in line to get through security. The longest I waited was 10 minutes.
The jury room is on the first floor. After you go through the metal detector, head straight back through the elevator bay. There's a sign pointing to the jury room door. Open that door. Give the lady at the counter the badge that came with your summons in the mail and she'll read the bar code with her scanner.
You have to do this to check in. If you don't check in, you don't get credit for being there.
On the first day, you have to be there by 8AM. After you arrive, you pick up a plastic case for your badge and a bio form. Grab a pen and find a good seat. Fill it out after you sit down. It asks things like have you ever served on a jury and have you ever been party to a lawsuit. It also asks your age, occupation and how many kids you have. Be prepared with the info because they can charge you with perjury if you lie.
Choose your seat carefully. There are three basic areas. There is an enclosed room set up like an office for people with laptops, the big room and the rows of chairs.
Don't sit in the rows of chairs unless you want to feel like you're on a bus for an entire day. The office has limited space, but if you get their early and have your laptop, it's great. I opted for the big room. Get a seat near an outlet if you want to charge any electronics. (There is free wifi while you're there, but don't depend on it. It fades in and out. I would approach it with the attitude of just being happy if it works. If it doesn't, ask once then let it go. Otherwise, you'll go nuts.)
After you sit down, they show you a video and a judge talks to you about how important being on a jury is. All of this makes it sound like you don't have to be there and you chose to go anyway. This is not the case. Really, they just don't want a room full of angry people so you're constantly being thanked and reminded how important it is that you are there protecting democracy and justice. Or something.
My group was pretty easy going, but from the way the women in charge talked, it can get bad sometimes. The staff is very professional and friendly. If you have a question, ask. I saw them bend the rules in sensible ways to make people happy and in general make decisions that made the day more pleasant. They are also happy to recommend lunch spots, coffee shops and know the closest store that sells what you need.
There is a podium at the head of the room and as requests for juries come from judges, they will be read from the podium. There are speakers everywhere, including the bathroom, so don't worry, you'll know when your name is called. You will be given a number that you have to write on your bio form. You will then trade your bio form for a big laminated version of your number.
These numbers are important. The lower the number the more likely it is that you will be on the actual jury. If they reach the required number of jurists before they get to you, you are released back into the jury room.
There are pop and snack machines in the jury room, including bottled water. They have a filtered tap water dispenser as well, so bring your own bottle if you want.
They'll give you at least an hour for lunch, but on one day they gave us 2 an 1/2 hours. I went to lunch at Salumi on that day. It's a wonderful salami shop that makes the most delicious sandwiches. Unfortunately, there is always a line. If you go, get the Muffo and be prepared to wait 20 minutes for lunch.
I also discovered that Elliot Bay Books will give you a 20% discount if you flash your jury badge. (Which you kind of have to. You're required to wear it the entire time you're out for lunch.)
The second day you can sleep in and get there at 8:45 AM. Be forewarned that this is the worst time for security, long lines.
Truthfully, being there is like waiting in an airport for a plane that never comes. Bring books, games or whatever you use to fill time.
I found the experience exhausting. Constantly waiting to see how you will be required to spend your time. Getting on a jury means that you could be forced to go there for weeks. Each time she went to the mike to read her random list, I had my own private panic attack.
Good luck! Leave any experience, corrections or advice in comments so that other people can benefit from your genius.
Will they see publication?
By Womatarama with a lovely post.
Roscoe lived his whole life on the summit of Mount Awesome. He was a really good dog.
He was my constant shadow. Nancy commented that it was like a part of me was missing when she looked at me. Just yesterday when she called to me from another room, she asked, "What are you guys doing out there?"
It was hard at the end to watch his decline. I carried him everywhere and cleaned him up.
He would have done it for me.
This took me an hour to write. That's enough for now.