Making a mockery of the judicial system. Day 8

Day 1- The fun Day 2- I got picked Day 3- The trial starts, bring on the tears Day 4- I was only resting my eyes Day 5- National Homeless Day Day 6- The firefighter proves to be a pussy Day 7- Lawyers hate kindergarten teachers Day 8- My last day. Wait, no, they lied. We were promised a three-hour break yesterday for today. We got no three-hour break today. Its ok though. Only bums should be on the streets for that long of a time anyway. It saved my from shopping and spending money I don't currently have. Score one for me. We did not get a three-hour break because they felt it was nessicary to question the last defendant for two whole days. The plantiff's lawyer was basically recycling information that we've already known for a week and a half. It was like watching reruns on COURT TV of the O.J. Simpson trial, but less entertaining. By less entertaining, I mean sleep-inducing. Yes, I slept in the jury box again. The next time I get a jury summons, that will be my excuse why I can't serve. Give me a job to do and maybe I'll stay attentive. Let me use the pointer on the projector or something. I could be good at that. I'm a quick learner. Anything to make me stay awake. "Due to my Boredom-induced Narcolepsy, I am unable to serve on your jury." Its the reason why I dropped out of college and now its the reason I will never serve on another jury. I need to be able to interact with the trial. Fucking 'civil obligations'. We were told that they would fit in the closing statements today so we could come in and deliberate tommorow, i.e. my last day because I am an alternate and I don't deliberate. They lied. The jury instructions took forever and we have to come back tomorrow to hear the anti-climactic ending to a boring civil trial. Mother. Fucker. Last Day --->