NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN

The Government! If I ever had faith in the bureaucracy, I have lost it.



About a month ago, Mrs. Price asked if any seniors who would be 18 before the November election wanted to work at the polls March 4th. Because I am an idiot, I though ah! involvement in the political system! fun!

No. No. No.

The only thing it involves you in is confusion and disillusionment.

First - more of me being idiotic - I lost my notice-to-serve card and didn't know which ward I was supposed to go to. The Board of Elections didn't return (any of) my call(s) until after the Monday night preparation had started. I didn't get that call, though, because I was out driving around town trying to find the place myself. When I finally arrived, we couldn't do anything because the Polling Location Coordinator had not showed (shown?) up. We called the BOE and they named one of the Presiding Judges PLC. They had no idea what was going on, and neither did we. My precinct was also missing its second Republican Judge, and they didn't send us a replacement when we notified them.
So, from 5:30 Tuesday morning, almost nothing went right. Campaigners infiltrated the building, the Republican Judge sitting next to me spent the whole time talking about how Hillary Clinton has no soul and insisting that non-attorneys should not be allowed to vote for judges, and THE POWER WENT OUT. The back-up lights went out shortly after. The PLC called the BOE, but they just said to hold tight while they figured out what to do. The adults all stood around arguing. It was like one of those corny horror movies or reality shows in which a group of regular people hole up together and make pseudo-logical arguments that result in stupid decisions. Holy shit. It was like these people had not even read the handbook, like they were operating on some other plane of existence were rationality had been twisted around in some terrible, wild knot. When I finally got to leave, my car was completely encased in ice. Like a popsicle. A Honda Accord popsicle.
I will never, ever sign myself up for poll working again.