When I got the letter for jury duty last November, I freaked. I couldn't go to that with a baby that was nursing 6+ times a day. So I took the year long postponement, happy with the knowledge that I'd probably no longer be residing in the state of Massachusetts by the time my year came up. As fall approached, jury duty was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it because they can't make me travel over 800 miles to serve.
I received my letter, cursed the fact that I hadn't gotten a new license yet due to laziness, and proceeded to look into how I could get out of this. I called the number listed, but because I am not in state they won't complete the call. I go to the website, but it is down. However, they do have a form to download and an email to send it to. I fill it out, and email it to the address listed. And then it comes back to me undeliverable. Peter suggests I contact the courthouse. I google it, find a number, and call. The women who answers gives me a number to call. I call, get a very nice man named Glen who gives me the number to fax it to. I print out my form, and wait...the printer isn't working. Peter can't fix it from afar, and I can't find a fax document on this new evil Word I have anyway. So I call my mother to ask her to fax it for me. And she's not home.
So I am now sitting here freaking out. I know that this isn't a big deal in reality because I do live in NC, I bought a house to prove it. And I can do this later. But I am afraid that it'll get lost over the weekend, I'll be told that it never was received, or something equally annoying. This is how I'm spending Andy's nap time when what I really wanted to do was watch Ugly Betty. TGIF I guess.
I freak out about that kind of stuff too. I hate it when things are beyond my control and I'm struggling to complete An Important Task of Potentially Annoying Consequences. It's not necessarily the task at hand that's making me distraught—it's the waiting around and not being able to do anything, and then dealing with my overactive "what if?" imagination.
You should've seen me earlier this week when I couldn't find our last 401k quarterly statement, and I couldn't log online, and their phone number wasn't taking my ssn. The way I freaked out, you would've thought we were being embezzled. (But it's all good now.)