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so today was my first day in the senate.
as i was sitting at the front desk and fielding constituent phone calls, i got a call from a very irate woman, displeased about hate crimes provisions in the child safety act. according to this lady, these provisions are an unjust infringement of the government into personal prviacy. she explained (without any apparent evidence that she has, in fact, read the bill) that the provisions stipulate that any victim of "bullying" on racial grounds would have a notation made on his or her "permanent electronic record" indicating that he or she is such a victim. she reasoned that, as technology advances, "all of our personal information and identification will eventually be linked together in one big ID card," and that "anybody who wanted to could go and see that a person was bullied 19 years ago." she demanded to know if senator cantwell was so obtuse as to believe that the people are actually pleased with the work of the senate. when i responded that i would pass her comments along to the senator, she answered her own apparently rhetorical question. she responded in the negative, and said that senators have "given everything in this country away to special interests." "senators have destroyed this country; there's barely anything left to give away," she stated angrily, becoming increasingly excited as i let her continue. and then came her grande finale; she must have practiced this line before calling, because she said it triumphantly and with a terrific flourish of fluctuating pitches and tones. she proclaimed that "senators must stop whoring themselves out to the criminal industries in this country!" i thanked the woman for her comments, promised to forward them to the senator, and so she said "damn!" and hung up.
i also got lost when sent to meet up with my friend dylan, who works in the same office and got me this job. i was instructed to go to the storage room on the ground floor via the freight elevator. i took the wrong freight elevator, wound up in the wrong building, started wandering. as i was trying to figure out where i needed to be, i ran into my boss, who had sent me on this journey, seven floors below our office. he looked at me and smiled, and explained that it's very easy to get lost. he then redirected me from my current position toward my original destination. needless to say, i got lost again, and wound up in the senators' prviate parking lot. security was none too pleased with this intern walking around nervously next to these lincoln town cars, cadillac limos, and rows of luxury sedans. some utility guy finally showed me exactly my destination after i clumsily explained myself. of course, dylan was long gone, already back upstairs in the office. i returned to the office, and started laughing immediately upon seeing dylan. i took a break, checked my email, then went back to the desk. i still don't know how to get to the storage room.
i have an official senate ID. i wear it even when sitting inside the office, because it's awesome.
as i was sitting at the front desk and fielding constituent phone calls, i got a call from a very irate woman, displeased about hate crimes provisions in the child safety act. according to this lady, these provisions are an unjust infringement of the government into personal prviacy. she explained (without any apparent evidence that she has, in fact, read the bill) that the provisions stipulate that any victim of "bullying" on racial grounds would have a notation made on his or her "permanent electronic record" indicating that he or she is such a victim. she reasoned that, as technology advances, "all of our personal information and identification will eventually be linked together in one big ID card," and that "anybody who wanted to could go and see that a person was bullied 19 years ago." she demanded to know if senator cantwell was so obtuse as to believe that the people are actually pleased with the work of the senate. when i responded that i would pass her comments along to the senator, she answered her own apparently rhetorical question. she responded in the negative, and said that senators have "given everything in this country away to special interests." "senators have destroyed this country; there's barely anything left to give away," she stated angrily, becoming increasingly excited as i let her continue. and then came her grande finale; she must have practiced this line before calling, because she said it triumphantly and with a terrific flourish of fluctuating pitches and tones. she proclaimed that "senators must stop whoring themselves out to the criminal industries in this country!" i thanked the woman for her comments, promised to forward them to the senator, and so she said "damn!" and hung up.
i also got lost when sent to meet up with my friend dylan, who works in the same office and got me this job. i was instructed to go to the storage room on the ground floor via the freight elevator. i took the wrong freight elevator, wound up in the wrong building, started wandering. as i was trying to figure out where i needed to be, i ran into my boss, who had sent me on this journey, seven floors below our office. he looked at me and smiled, and explained that it's very easy to get lost. he then redirected me from my current position toward my original destination. needless to say, i got lost again, and wound up in the senators' prviate parking lot. security was none too pleased with this intern walking around nervously next to these lincoln town cars, cadillac limos, and rows of luxury sedans. some utility guy finally showed me exactly my destination after i clumsily explained myself. of course, dylan was long gone, already back upstairs in the office. i returned to the office, and started laughing immediately upon seeing dylan. i took a break, checked my email, then went back to the desk. i still don't know how to get to the storage room.
i have an official senate ID. i wear it even when sitting inside the office, because it's awesome.