But then Georgia had to have a runoff for ONE office that hardly anyone has heard of. From 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., we had a whopping 29 voters show up at the precinct where I was working yesterday. And that was high compared to other precincts.
Because of the expected low turnout, we were encouraged to bring puzzles or books, write your Christmas cards, knit, etc. So I got organized the night before and brought my Christmas cards and supplies, as well as many other things to do.
Ways We Killed Time When The Polls Were Open:
- Wrote Christmas cards
- Read books
- Did homework (the student who was working did)
- Shared stories about kidnappings and how women can stay safe and freaked ourselves out (there were only three poll workers, all women)
- Ate chocolate and chips, between meals
- Made lists (guess who that was)
- Worked on American history word searches, an election crossword, and a Guess That Christmas Song quiz, kindly provided by the county to alleviate possible boredom
- Gave talks about the election process to the elementary students lined up on the wall opposite us as they waited to go into the computer lab (we were stationed at an elementary school; school was in session, though on the November election days, it's a teacher inservice day)
- Assured kids that even if they are 500 years old, they can still vote
- Got asked to move me and my PB&J sandwich away from the "Peanut-Free Table" in the cafeteria
- Visited "The Gingerbread House," a kind of Christmas store for the elementary kids to buy really cheap gifts for their families
- Watched parents who were volunteering with The Gingerbread House quickly walk past our table, as they avoided our accusing eyes and tried not to look guilty for not voting
- Thought about what presents to give to the people on my list who we haven't bought for yet and came up with squat
- Ate more chocolate and turned down the carrots
- Talked a lot with the other workers
- Wore our winter coats the entire time since we were next to the doors to the outside
And now I've obeyed my mother, who told me that she's been checking my blog, but there was nothing new on it, hint hint. I told her there was nothing to report, I'm boring, but I guess if you work hard enough you can get blood from a turnip.*
*Phrase I found in an article on Mormon theology when I was writing a research paper in grad school on the Mormon practice of baptism for the dead. It stuck with me.
2 comments:
I always knew you could write well:)
I was so pleased to read your comment about not sending Christmas cards since 1998. Hopelessly oppressed by the annual expectation and the busyness of the season, we've sent one so far this year.
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