Dirty Judy as I call it

Jury duty is terrible. Avoid it if you can. I can't remember the last time I felt sheep-like as I did waiting around all day Friday for something to happen. First of all, I was very sick but had to go according to the threats imposed upon me.

Secondly, they start off being so sweet and nice and you're in a big, spacious room with water and cups. Little by little, they move you to other rooms, smaller and smaller - no water and no cups and a bathroom that has been constructed out of tissue paper so when you attempt to use the facilities, all the people in the room hear clearly whatever sounds you might make. Have you ever tried to pee quietly? It's not easy to do.

They tell you they will consider any hardships, but keep you there for 7 hours or more before they even ask you if there's a hardship. By that time they are very lucky there aren't more homicides in the court building -- maybe that's why they make you go through such security measures. It was a humongous waste of time, dehumanizing and filled with condescending lawyers and court employees who have no concern about the hardships they are imposing upon people who are trying to fulfill their "obligation". (Like the woman who needed to pick up her son from an after school program; or the woman who was starting a new job; or me, who was half dead with some form of diabolical flu/cold causing me to shiver and shake and feel dizzy and woozy.)

I felt claustrophobic and just phobic in general by the time I'd logged in 7 hours in what seems like jail. And best of all, they say you are picked at random but that is not true. Many people never get summoned to court and I seem to be one of their all time favorites to drag down there. Mark my words, even though I should have 3 years of immunity because I stuck it out all day...they'll be sending me more summonses (what is the plural?) and I'll have to call them and explain I did my stinking dirty judy.

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So the trouble with my Outlook email continues. It's not happy with me and is deciding which emails I should get and which I should not get. It keeps telling me to compress my emails but there's hardly any in there now. I've deleted just about everything except a few must keeps.

Still Outlook is angry and plucks emails from friends and family and hides them from my view. It eats some; some it regurgitates back and I can find them again. Sure hope no one was trying to send me an email telling me of a long lost uncle who's left me a fortune, because I never got that email.

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Here's the write up on that sandwich I had that I am still longing for. I want another and another and another. Metric Bar and Grill is so special. I wish them a long, prosperous time in business and I wish me many opportunities to go back and eat the wonderful fare served.


I had the Metric Oakwood Smoked Poulet

described as:

Thin sliced chicken breast, red onion, bacon, romaine (I'm pretty sure I had spinach leaves on mine), scented herbs and roast garlic aoli on a toasted baguette. Oh what I'd give to sink my teeth into another one just like the one I had on Friday!! Can you tell I'm hungry?

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The cold continues but I'm showing improvement which is good since I have a busy booked week ahead of me. The Ricola herb cough drops are pretty good. I don't know what they have in them...well I do, it's on the package but I don't know what horehound is...somehow I think it might be a cousin of marijuana because I seem to be craving these cough drops - and I'm not coughing much now. The cough drops appear to have a mood elevator in them. I'm happier after a Ricola than before a Ricola...but it must be the herb one and not the citrus one which stifles a cough but doesn't bring that element of well being the herb one does.

REEEEEEEEEEE CO LAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!