You Heard It Here First...
In case you've been wondering...
...NEVER schedule out-of town travel for college interviews after one or more parents has served as an Election Judge the day before. It is ill-advised and will break up the family. The seventeen and a half hour day with few breaks is a killer, while being nice to so many people is also taxing.
One may be intent on civic duty and be saluting the flag with hand over heart, but the reality of serving the public is harsh and unforgiving. Serving is a sacrifice. Somehow, I never fully understand the term, unless I'm the one making it. Then I find myself thinking, "Gee, this is hard work." "Gee, I wish I'd known that before I signed up." "Gee, I'm not completely sure I'll do this again."
But, serving on the 2012 Elections yesterday, that civic-ally victimized mindset didn't rise to the surface. I was sorta' surprised. There I was in my glory, decked out in my official Election Judge badge, using my voice of authority to tell voters not to use their cell phones and in my element of bossing people around. I was rather enjoying it.
Checking voters in, I could bellow, "Yes, you may pass Go!, Collect a Voter's Access Card and vote electronically like a good little voter," or "No! There is a gross breach of the records in your Board of Election entry, so you're going to have to slither over to Table #2 and write out a Provisional Ballot.
Having been in such control, why was I frazzled when, waking up this morning totally exhausted, I was unable to comprehend we have to have to have kids in the next state, dressed to impress, tomorrow at, say it with me, 1:00pm for their college interviews?
Was I out of my ever loving mind?
It all seemed so easy, like tracing the AAA map with a finger, not understanding that every inch on the paper map equals 500 miles and eight hours driving on the actual road. In the same way, the little squares in the datebook are right next to each other and it's no trouble to write "Election 2012" in one square with "Go to (the State of) Virginia" on the next.
So, it is late. I'm the only one responsible for pulling it all together and making sure the family shines. But, I just keep looking at the bright side. With any luck at all, we can unload these mouthy, not quite adults, on an unsuspecting, out-of-state, academic institution, and on Friday, I will be able to stay in bed at least until 8:00am.
Wish me luck. NaBloPoMo!
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