I won the lottery.
For the next two weeks I will be serving on the grand jury for the Supreme Court of New York State in the city of Manhattan along with 22 other lucky smiling persons. The state of New York is the only one in the union that uses a jury of one's peers to decide if a person will be indicted for a crime (rather than a judge as the other states use). I was not asked if I have any lawyers in my family or if I'm a radical who hates the Man. Grand jury selection is the luck of the draw. My name was selected out of what looked like one of those things they use to call the numbers at bingo. Out of a room of maybe 100, 46 of us were chosen to make up two juries. And I never win anything.
Two weeks. This means I am out of the office (much to everyone's chagrin including mine because it just adds to my stress level) and will be working from home, checking e-mail periodically and going in on the weekend to keep up with my workload.
I understand that this is my civic duty, however, the timing is awful! I just returned from my business trip to DC, was in the office and at my desk for two days before the Independence Day holiday and now I'm out until the 19th.
I've been pondering my luck lately. Not to be a Debbie Downer or throw myself a pity party but for the past six weeks or so my luck has kind of...well... sucked. But what goes down must come up, right?
Luckily, the juror break room has WiFi. That could be a start...