Well, I thought it might have to be an early night again tonight but having phoned The Number and heard the recorded message, I don’t have to judge some poor sap tomorrow. I do, however, have to phone The Number again to see if I am required for a jury the next day. Last time, this continued for a few days until the recorded message said ‘Oh, just get lost’ and that was that. I hope it happens like that again. They can call me again in another five years and that will be okay, my pension will be active then so I’ll at least have the bills covered even if they waste weeks of my time acquitting a celebrity of something they were supposed to have done in a previous life.
The recording gives a range of numbers who don’t have to appear the next day. Yes, when you are selected for jury service, you are a number. You are not a free man – failing to turn up for jury service carries a penalty, it’s not optional. It should be. I’d rather face a jury of people interested in justice and the legal process than face twelve like me who don’t want to be there and might reach a verdict in haste just to get it all over with. However, that’s not how it works. If they call you for jury service and you don’t turn up, you become a criminal yourself.
Anyway, Boss has returned. The old supervisor is back (I use ‘old’ as in ‘previous’, she’s half my age!) so we have someone in charge again who knows what they’re doing. This has improved work enormously. Mopman is now in his new job as storeman so apart from a couple of temps, only Boss and myself are permanently working there. I’d now be happy to do extra days – but still want more hours per day and fewer (than seven!) days. I need resting time for writing. Well, the resting comes after the writing because that usually goes on into the small hours. Speaking of which, I see ideal writing weather has arrived. Howling wind, creaking doors, and all the rest.
Local Shop installed new lighting while I was being drugged and prodded by the medics. LEDs everywhere. It hurts. The colours of everything have changed and nothing feels real. I have to go out for a cigarette just to rest my eyes. Even the ones I thought were striplights are just multiple rows of LEDs. I really hope it puts off customers so they change it all back.
It only occurred to me recently that, with 28 years between my overnight stays in hospital, many of those doctors and nurses telling me how to live longer weren’t even born last time I was in there! What can they possibly know about living longer? They’ve only just started. I’ve been doing it for over half a century.
For tonight then, instead of a rant at the money-men who think that ‘saving money by giving up the reason you earn the money in the first place‘ is a great thing, here’s something that could be loosely described as interesting.
Translations of untranslatable words from other languages.
I especially liked ‘Verschlimmbessern’, the art of making something worse by trying to fix it. It’s a word that should be on page one of every book on politics out there.
Actually, it probably is, but as an instruction rather than a warning.
“Translations of untranslatable words…”
Along similar lines, here you’ll find extracts of, and I’m sure you know the books, “The Meaning Of Liff.” and “The Deeper Meaning Of Liff.” They always make me laugh.
http://liff.hivemind.net/
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I’ve come across a few quenbys in my time…
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“saving money by giving up the reason you earn the money in the first place”
Good one.
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Brilliant. Is there an utefag to go with the utepils?
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Just about all fags are utefags in UK now.
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Father Ted demonstrated ‘Verschlimmbessern’ rather well:
Over regulation/legislation (all done with the best of intentions) = hellish wreck
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I remember that one. The whole series was genius.
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You may be familiar with 7of9 from Star Trek Voyager. Your current number will be replaced if you win the ballot to be on the jury. You will be given a number which will be number of 15. What a lark!
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So I might be Eight of Fifteen? If so, I will identify myself as such to the court.
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That is how you are addressed in the jury room. You have to sit at the table at place whatever your number is and you have to sit there for the duration of the trial. Ditto when you go and sit in the jury box.
What fun. One of my fellow jurors had been selected five times previously! Sounds like more of a career than anything else.
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Oh, so they really do turn you into a Borg unit for the duration!
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I didn’t realise jury service was so complicated. I’ve never been summonsed to serve my country in this way, but have always quite fancied it, assuming of course that I would be wowed off my feet by some lawyer type in wig and gown, enough to make it all interesting. Then I’d be put up in a swanky hotel, as the case drags on and on, causing me to meet my said lawyer for dinner and perhaps even more. Who knows? Think Shades of Grey….
But real life I’m sure would be far more boring. Instead, I’d be chosen for that strange case of nose picking or perhaps litter picking or perhaps even litter dropping in today’s Big Brother atmosphere. Of course it would merit at least a life sentence. And to make it extra juicy, it would turn out to be someone I knew, someone I KNEW was innocent. Think Shades of Shawshank Redemption…
Then again, knowing my luck, it would bound to be a parking ticket.
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From what I hear there is not so much potential romance, but much incredible tedium and hard seats. Like church but without the forgiveness.
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It’s more like the other way around. You don’t want the blood and gore or drugs ones. Horrid. The Depute advocates and the defence team can be pretty entertaining. Then again tedium is pervasive. Lots of hard listening involved. Someone on your jury will take copious notes which may come in handy.
Also bear in mind that whilst most cases take a week or less some cases take weeks, like seven weeks or so.
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If I get one, I’d much rather it was a quick one.
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A most unfortunate coincidence:
http://www.truthrevolt.org/news/dallas-weekly-wins-most-poorly-timed-cover-year
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Heh heh heh.
Shouldn’t laugh. Can’t help it.
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