I recieved a paper saying that i had to show up for jury duty selection last week. I was not excited. I read the paper which instructed me to show up at 8:45am. It also mentioned that I should be excited to have been chosen for this duty. All i was thinking was that I really did NOT want to do this.
My mind is running through all of the reasons I should NOT have to do this task. I was thinking about all the things that could get me out of it. COULD I use my anxiety or my loss of income as a reason to get our of it ? Should I LIE and tell them that I am: scared, evil, mean, have no sympathy, prejudice, angry, that I feel everyone is guilty all the time? What is a great lie to get me out of this? I read the paper again and it WARNS about lying etc. to get out of this situation. DAMN! So, like a good girl, (I PULL UP MY BIG GIRL PANTIES ) I do my duty! YEAH me!
JURY DUTY SELECTION DAY comes and i head out! I can't find the entrance to the stupid building. All the doors I see in this huge old building say NO ENTRANCE! I am getting frustrated and getting closer to being late. GRRR! FINALLY, a highway patrolman exits the building and I ask him where to go. He is sweet enough to actually escort me to the door. The entrance was a new add- on that was hidden between two other structures. I would have never found it alone.
Once in the building, the sheriff directs me to the back and into the elevator. I look at the stairs , but take the elevator because that is what he told me to do.
I get into the elevator with a bad feeling. I push button two and wait. The door closes. It makes some creaking noises and moves a little bit. Then an arrow appears above and below the numbner two. NOTHING ELSE HAPPENS. I wait for a minute thinking it is just slow. It starts getting warm in the stupid elevator and NOTHING happens still. Then I push the second floor button again. NOTHING! I push it again for floor number one. Again, a big NOTHING.
My anxiety starts to kick in. I start saying to myself its okay. It is okay. I start pacing. Then my anxiety really ramps up. I start FREAKING out . I keep talking to myself trying to stay calm. FOR GOSH SAKE.....I am medicated at times for ANXIETY, how am I going to stay calm???? AHHHhhhhhhhhh. !!! Freak, freak, freak. Sweat, sweat, sweat, panic, panic , panic. MAN it is so hot in here. IT is really this small in here? I think it is getting smaller and hotter as the time passes. HOW long have I been in here anyway? WHo can I call to help me? No one can help me in here. I am just about ready to start banging on the walls and screaming when i notice the call button on the control panal.
I push it and it starts to ring. A woman answers. I am just about to start crying. I say, I AM STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR, HELP ME. ( I sound so pitiful, even to myself). She asks me if I am at the courthouse and I say, " YES"! She says, " HELP is onthe way!! I am so grateful. Then she hangs up. ( I think she should have stayed on the line with me). I wait and the anxiety is starting to get worse. FINALLY I hear the elevator groan and clang, and FINALLY move. THANK YOU JESUS!!!! THe door opens and I about fall out of the door. I grab the sheriff by the arm and squeeze. HE looks at his arm , then at me, and asks if I am alright. I laugh and get teary eyed. Yeah, I will be. Thank you so much. He smiles and says, "You are welcome". I tell him he is my HERO!! He laughs. I am so happy to be free of that damned elevator!
FREEDOM! FREEDOM! FREEDOM!
I head for the stairs. I arrive breathlessly at the top, and hand the receptionist my paper. She doesn't know where I am supposed to be . She asks another woman . This woman says that all i had to do was call the number and I would have known not to come in. The cases have all gone out already, she says. I tell her that whomever writes these paper needs to re-write them because they are confusing. The way I read it, it stated that I was to arrive at 8:45 a.m. and they would choose a jury. If I were chosen, then I would have to call the number prior to the trial to see if i was still needed. She agrees that it needs re-written. She then tells me I am NOT needed and am dismissed. She also informs me that I am in the pool for jury duty for another 3 months. Nice!
I walk down the steps and arrive at the exit. I thank the sheriff again. As I turn to leave the building two men in green work clothes enter hurrying in the direction I had just come from. The sheriff tells them , "here she is guys". They turn to me and ask what happend in the elevator. Did I try to open the doors? Did I push this and / or that button , etc? No one asked about me. They thank me and go to look at the elevator. I tell the sheriff thanks once more and exit the building. If I had been stuck in the elevator waiting on the crew , I would have had a full meltdown. I would have been waiting in there for around 15 to 20 minutes. NEXT TIME I AM TAKING THE STAIRS!
As far as I am concerned this whole day was a bust. I should have gotten paid EXTRA for the cruel and unusual punishment of being stuck in the damn elevator. I also think I am not getting anywhere near an elevator for a long time! I wonder what the word for elevator PHOBIA is ?