i will never work in the polls again

i dont care if it gets me a better job or if people think i'm doing some sort of good for our country...1 time did it for me. not only do you have to go through a 3 hour training where an extremely large male is profusely sweating all over the place but he spits all over you while he's teaching the class as well. he uses words incorrectly and I dont have 1 person there with me to laugh. the women in front of me is so concerned with showing off her 5 karat diamond that she rubs her husbands back over and over again until i nervously start fidgetting in my chair. then comes in the local newspaper to photograph the class and people awkwardly start doing things in hopes of being published. i love how people want to get there 5 minutes of fame in the local fnp. (btw have you heard the fnp song?) its great.

anyway so after the 3 hour class you get paid $25. wel you are supposed too but i heard you would't receive the check for months and the money has already been accounted for anyway. I mean I did go buy shoes that day that I claimed i was going to use the money for.

so then you have to be at the polls at 6 am. you spend 1 hour of setting up the machines. well i watched and complained to my mother who was also there with me that I already wanted to go home. did i mention that on my way there at 5:30 i saw a good friend of mine running in the dark. do people really do that?

i immediately get placed with this man. i hated him from the 1st minute i sat down. crap my mom always taught me to not say hate. so he starts criticizing me from the first second i sat down. and of course the first person that steps up for me to "sign in" i sign in under the wrong name. the perfect opportunity to do EXACTLY what he wanted to do. i have to call over thhe "chief judge" btw what exaclty is the role of a chief judge? i'll come back to that later. he comes over to fix my first mistake and thats when a line starts forming. it wraps around the entire school and lasts for about an hour. the rest of the entire day every single person that walks in says " wow I expected a line and no ones here. Has it been this way all day?" i reply over and over again about how there was a line in the morning and blah blah blah.

a few hours later a man comes in and the women next to me look him up under his name. hes in the wrong presinct but doesn't know it yet. he proceeds to call them idiots for not having his name spelled correctly. he then opens his shirt that reads "youre a fucking idiot" and yells a few cuss words and storms away.

i have to add in that at one point in the day i break out in hives and think i need benedryl. my throat starts swelling and my face turns completley red. im pretty sure it was from the msg in the chinesse food i'd eaten for dinner. you know the fake meat that you just had to swallow because it wasn't chewable.

the day drags on for about 17 hours and finally its 8 pm and we can shut the polls down. well i'm not allowed to do it because mr. know-it-all sitting next to me has to do it just incase i press the wrong button. you then start closing down, which is the longest drawn out process ever. you post up the results from your polling station on the glass outside because apparently people drive around to look atthe results? srsly, who in their right mind wants to do that? go home and turn on cnn and watch the results.

i get out of there by about 10:30 just in time to pull out of hte parking lot and see this women who worked all day with us has been in a serious accident. i see my mom "the nurse or m2" helping her out. i ask if they need help and i'm told no so i head home.

about 11:30 i hear that obama's won. that makes it all worth it but is it really worth the $150 i made to have a complex now because the man next to me criticized me all day? i did say i would have done it for free but i think i changed my mind.
xoxo m1/ laudster or blogster