It's About Damned Time

Hey, remember when I said I would chronicle my experiences as a poll worker "tomorrow"? Well, it was true yesterday.

I got into kind of a 'blog rut' from a combination of factors, including satisfaction at the whopping 365 EVs that (eventually) fell into Obama's corner. I'm not sure it's completely gone, either, but I want to transcribe the stuff I scribbled down on my BOARD WORKER HANDBOOK before finally throwing it away. This won't be wordy, I promise. And now, my fake 'liveblogging':

People I helped vote: 53 (yes, I counted)

5:15a - On the way to the polling place (I walked since it's nearby), I met a stray (or not; later on, a co-worker commented that the cat was declawed, and therefore probably had an owner) cat on the sidewalk just outside of the site. Seeing that no one else was there yet, I stopped to pet it a bit, and it ended up following me after that, right up until others showed up and we all went inside. Cute cat.

7:45a - After I started learning what to do (that instructional course was woefully inadequate, so I was basically learning as I went along), about the tenth guy walks in, and greets everyone with a warm "Hi! ...I don't know what to do." I've never seen someone so confidently announce their ignorance before (not since the last time someone tried to convince me that evolution was wrong, that is).

10:27a - Someone brings in what is apparently a mix of a collie and a golden retriever, who obediently sits near the door as its owner(s) vote. It begins to sink in that this is a pretty boring job.

2:04p - Sometime before this, the same cat walked right into the area and started ambling about, hanging more around me than the others (aww). There wasn't a sudden noise or anything, but I noticed that suddenly it became started and ran off. Hmm.

7:35p - (Can you tell how little else I had to jot down?) Co-workers go and get cat food and leave it just outside. Feline in question quickly returns and chows down for a while.

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Well, that's it. Just because this is the last post I'm going to write about the 2008 election (far as I know), I'm going to mark this post "Politics" just for the hell of it. Don't expect me to write much about Obama's 'transition' process, because frankly, I don't need to watch someone get their props and put on their costume before they go out on stage. I'm here for the show. Don't expect much talk about politics until then, if at all. This never was a 'political blog' anyway--I was just psyched about getting a smart President for the first time in a long time.