1:20 pm

So we're back. I went home. I got fast food. I chillaxed. I drove my man to work. Now actor-turned-assitant-turned-VPofProductionorsomething is looking more and more like Kal Penn. More Racism. Hiker lady is back and replacing Persian/Russian/PossiblyLatino Lady is Madame Green Coat. She's a reader and a redhead. Two things I like in a person. She also has a nice LV bag. I'm super happy with my table, but I'm sure we'll have to get up and line up in a certain order and all my friends will be gone. Creepy dude was laying in wait in the parking lot, but I outsmarted him by checking my phone and waiting for him to get ahead of me. He almost took a chair at the table but I typed to my friend EM on gchat and he drifted away.

Big ups to BLin!! Thank you so much for sending me things in the mail!

Almost 11 am

There are rumors circulating that the judge is not ready for us and we might be released for lunch soon...and not have to return until 1:30. I have decided the Persian might be Russian. She keeps looking annoyed at the sound of my typing. Jury Clerk (Jeremy, btw) has just informed us we have to wait. Shocker.

This courthouse has only three courts and only one needs jurors today. There are about 45 of us. What are my odds? Let's see, like 1 in 4? Less really. Not to shabby. We will most likely be hearing a misdemeanor case....prostitution is what I'm hoping for.

No Longer Looking Over My Shoulder dude's name is Riva. Eww.

10:10 am

Well, now that orientation is complete I am pretty sure looking over my shoulder dude is going to turn up outside my apartment later this evening. I am pretty sure assistant guy will protect me from him for today but I really hope LOS dude finds another object for his affection when break is over at 10:30. I am also considering lunch. Should I go down to Tamarind Deli? That is my current thought, but I could just go home, it's 10 minutes, for crying out loud. If you can imagine, this is so way better than working. A testament to my sense of civic duty or a cry for help?

Oh! Actorman has turned into assistant guy. He pulled out his phone log, which I know from several drunk rants with Miss LW, is the assistant's most important tool. At least at Warner Brothers. So his earlier script reading was misinterpreted on my part. Actually, the jeans and navy blue jacket combo should have given him away. And the Versace reading glasses. God, what was I thinking? Was it because he was Indian (dot not feathers) that I assumed actor? Has Slumdog Millionaire seeped into my racist subconscious to that degree?

Oh great. Complainy Persian woman just took assistant guys seat. "It's so cold in here! This is so slow." And here comes Mr. looking Over My Shoulder. He's just standing/pacing near my table. Oddly, he too is wearing the navy jacket/jeans combo. But it's not cut e like my protector, assistant man. Who is back! And stole creepy weird LOS dude's seat. Now. To get rid of complainy persian.