~like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom...~
So pounds out my left temple, in time with an imagined rendition of Ella's Night and Day. It's not work-related: I only worked 4 hours today and it was actually quite nice. I reminded elderly voters of an event tomorrow, and talked to a few more about their voting preference. Sure, the exposure to geriatricity got me down for a bit... quite a few sounded near death. But I spent the last hour chatting with the candidate's wife, ostensibly spending the time figuring out how to open and not manipulate a read-only Access file.
I slipped home to surprise Jesse, but he one-upped me: he was gone. Surprise! When he got back from his bike ride, we shared a nice few minutes before I ran off to the bus. Networking time!
Or not. The "HRC orientation" was more like a committee-meeting dominated by a firey lesbian (one of those that cheerfulchaotic often imagines with pitchforks...) They proceeded to assure us, once too many times, that it was perfectly fine not to pay the $35 membership dues. Likewise there were assurances that the money came back to Minnesota, to fight these fights, but specifics were... spare. I sipped my chai and grinned cheshire smiles at the speakers.
I distinguished myself only as the cheapo, skeptical volunteer. I think this could eventually work to my benefit, but so far I've only laid down a base-coat of networking paint. My face will now be registered during the next meet-up, where I can tout my (ever-nascent) credentials. I've given them my info and, if they're really desperate for volunteers, they should be woeing me soon. I hope. We'll see!
I slipped home to surprise Jesse, but he one-upped me: he was gone. Surprise! When he got back from his bike ride, we shared a nice few minutes before I ran off to the bus. Networking time!
Or not. The "HRC orientation" was more like a committee-meeting dominated by a firey lesbian (one of those that cheerfulchaotic often imagines with pitchforks...) They proceeded to assure us, once too many times, that it was perfectly fine not to pay the $35 membership dues. Likewise there were assurances that the money came back to Minnesota, to fight these fights, but specifics were... spare. I sipped my chai and grinned cheshire smiles at the speakers.
I distinguished myself only as the cheapo, skeptical volunteer. I think this could eventually work to my benefit, but so far I've only laid down a base-coat of networking paint. My face will now be registered during the next meet-up, where I can tout my (ever-nascent) credentials. I've given them my info and, if they're really desperate for volunteers, they should be woeing me soon. I hope. We'll see!