Working at early voting...It's been great. I've been blessed with awesome supervisors and great co-workers this week and that makes all the difference in the world. We finish up tomorrow, then Sunday afternoon I switch into normal election day mode.
I am thankful for people who work with the elderly/mentally handicapped who truly care about the individuals, their wants, and desires. Yes, there are one or two who attempt to take advantage of them and their votes, but thankfully they are the exception to the rule. It makes me appreciate the others even more.
I am aghast at our college generation. So many of them are not registered voters, are ignorant of their addresses, what county they live in, and how our democracy works period. But at the same time, it's neat to see those who come in prepared, are patient with the lines, and who have that fear and trepidation in their eyes as they try to figure out this "adults only" thing we have called voting. We sometimes smile. You can often spot the first time voters easily. They follow the floor lines exactly; they grip their ballots with both hands, and they stare at the scanner with all the arrows and are unable to figure out where the ballot goes, then when they are finished stare at the machine as if they should be awarded a prize. But their faces light up when they get their I voted sticker. And dudes...pull up your pants! After one experience yesterday I am so thankful every time a baggy britches boy comes in and is wearing boxers. Trust me, you don't want to see them sit down if they're not.
And the funniest story from today..."No thank you; I don't want a sticker. If I wear it my neighbors might see it and go vote, and they won't vote the same way I do. I live in North Raleigh, you see." and watching the facial expression of the pollworker passing out stickers who happens to LIVE in North Raleigh. I lost it on that one; I just outright laughed.
Four more days, and primary 2012, I'll kiss you goodbye. :)
I am thankful for people who work with the elderly/mentally handicapped who truly care about the individuals, their wants, and desires. Yes, there are one or two who attempt to take advantage of them and their votes, but thankfully they are the exception to the rule. It makes me appreciate the others even more.
I am aghast at our college generation. So many of them are not registered voters, are ignorant of their addresses, what county they live in, and how our democracy works period. But at the same time, it's neat to see those who come in prepared, are patient with the lines, and who have that fear and trepidation in their eyes as they try to figure out this "adults only" thing we have called voting. We sometimes smile. You can often spot the first time voters easily. They follow the floor lines exactly; they grip their ballots with both hands, and they stare at the scanner with all the arrows and are unable to figure out where the ballot goes, then when they are finished stare at the machine as if they should be awarded a prize. But their faces light up when they get their I voted sticker. And dudes...pull up your pants! After one experience yesterday I am so thankful every time a baggy britches boy comes in and is wearing boxers. Trust me, you don't want to see them sit down if they're not.
And the funniest story from today..."No thank you; I don't want a sticker. If I wear it my neighbors might see it and go vote, and they won't vote the same way I do. I live in North Raleigh, you see." and watching the facial expression of the pollworker passing out stickers who happens to LIVE in North Raleigh. I lost it on that one; I just outright laughed.
Four more days, and primary 2012, I'll kiss you goodbye. :)
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