Jury pool, day 1.
Of course they wait until 3 this afternoon to call a group of us up for jury selection.
The rest of the day was spent trying to focus on "Conservatives Without Conscience", which proved exceedingly difficult, what with the chatty cathy who talked nonstop to the poor woman she had glommed onto. And I wouldn't have minded if she had been either talking quietly or talking really, really loudly; instead, she droned on in that mid-level range that was as distracting as a fly circling your head.
But the hundred or so people in the jury pool room now know so much more about her than we had originally cared to.
More of the same tomorrow.
[too tired to bang forehead on desk]
P.S. To my next-door neighbor, if you're reading this: next time you find yourself locked out of the building at 4:15 in the morning, buzz your goddamned roommate!