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May I please be excused?

When G.G. was sorting through the mail the other night he stopped, then started to chuckle. And then he handed me an envelope in which a Jury Summons was contained.

He chuckled because he has been called twice, and I have never been called.

And for some reason he thought that wasn't right, or fair, or something.

Well, I got mine.

But it turns out I need to ask them a favor. To postpone my civic duty until after the holidays.

Because before the holidays I am responsible for planning and overseeing and/or executing all year end marketing and PR for our little company, as well as publishing our final edition of an e-pub that now distributes to over 300K people each edition, so it needs to look good. And not have spelling errors and stuff.

And then when that e-pub flies? I'll be flying, literally, to Providence, then to Europe and the Middle East.

There's a lot to get done before I go, and I'm desperately hoping that our jury management system accepts my request for postponement and lets me finish all of my year-end work.

Because really, I want to perform my civic duty and serve on a jury, I really do.

Just right this moment in time, when they're requesting my presence to perform my civic responsibility?

Sucks.

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  1. So sorry about the timing of the summons :( Excited for you about your upcoming travels, sounds amazing! You'll get it all done somehow, I just know it.

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  2. That's pretty incredible, actually. So, if you lived in DC, you would be called every two years, pretty much to the day. And to federal as well as DC court - one doesn't get you out of the other.

    I think they automatically give you one postponement, don't they?

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  3. HK- It will all come together..with jury duty it may be hairier than I'd like, so let's cross our fingers for a postponement!

    LG - Wow, DC takes the whole participation thing seriously, no? :-) Postponement, I've heard, is almost automatic. So that's good!

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