I mean have you watched 4 sign language interpreters in action at once? This wasn't a CSI episode, it was real life. #jurydutymakingfat) But then whatever happened in that courtroom started to become way more fascinating than any audition holding room (they're the worst). (Then it got further ruined when I started to eat my way through Chinatown as a coping mechanism.

(read: your vote matters!) At the beginning of this journey, I thought my life was ruined because I was missing so many auditions and fell out of loop of the ole dancer's hustle. But civic duties are no joke, and the system only works if we have active citizens. Ps: I know the groan and eye roll that comes when you get that jury summons in the mail. It can also make you pretty handy with a pair of chopsticks. I figured if I'm going to be stuck in Chinatown in the middle of winter, why not take the opportunity to explore? Seriously- New York City is your oyster if you have the eyes to see it. Though it was quite tough to digest, I found freedom (and warmth) between 1-2:15pm everyday when we broke for lunch. My jury and I heard more details than we could imagine about how a young deaf man stabbed his younger deaf girlfriend to death and stuffed her body in a barrel.and all the sadness in life that lead up to that point and the subsequent horror. However, if you've recently binged Making a Murder like me and half of America, you know it's anything but boring.įirst of all, NYC is far from Manitowoc and my judge with her sassy gray bangs would have never put up with half of that shit. Until I got picked for a 6 week murder trial! You could say that disrupted my audition season just a bit. I was annoyed (as everyone was), packed up my computer and a book and headed downtown to endure what would surely be the most boring day ever. Last January 21st I was called for jury duty at New York City Criminal Court.

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