So I had to go in for jury duty the last two days. Like most Americans, at the same time that I understand how important it is for me to be a voice for my peers (particularly since I’m an African-American woman), I’m also annoyed AF by the process. See, back in my corporate days, I wouldn’t have minded it much because my job still had to pay me while on jury duty. Now that I’m self-employed, I can potentially miss out on thousands of dollars and only be reimbursed $40/day. Whaaaat? Not to mention that I have a bad back that was particularly achy the morning I had to go in but I couldn’t take the one thing that would make it better because it makes me extremely drowsy and I didn’t want to be knocked out cold in public, so I had to suffer through it. I also had a series of annoyances that began the minute I left my house to head to court but I will save you those details as they make me sound like an elitist brat and I try to remember that even when I have it bad, someone else has it even worse. But the time I sat there waiting gave me time to think. And when not in the actual courtroom, gave me time to scroll through my IG feed with a more critical look than usual particularly when it comes to influencers.
(For the record, I got sent home after the second day because they didn’t pick me for the available case.)