Alternatively, We Could Play Pictionary

So, closing arguments were on Friday and yesterday I was given the stellar news, along with three other gals, that we are alternates. Those three other folks, the ones who fell asleep with some regularity during the trial, the one who never took one fucking note and the ones who hacked and generally didn't feel all that well for many days of the proceedings...those three are on the jury. So the past six weeks and the four legal pads (front and back) that I filled with notes are worthless and, most horrifically,I just have this deep-in-my-gut feeling that eight of those 12 jurors are going to find for the defendants...and in this instance that fills me with a feeling close to despair.

And while those other 12 jurors are in the deliberation room talking non-stop about the minutae of the last six weeks, the three alternates and I sit in the 'snack' room with an impromptu table crafted out of a trash can with a cunningly placed cupboard shelf perched on top...playing Pictionary, still instructed to say notonefuckingthing about the case.