Around 10 AM Bright and early Saturday morning, I had an appointment here.
To become a
certifiable certified poll worker. Yep. ‘Tis true. I am now trained to ask your name, write it down in a book, look at your ID, hand you a voting card and a sticker. It took 2 very long hours, of me sitting on a cold, hard metal folding chair, to train me to do such things. I met some really nice, really old people there. I was the youngest one in the room. Had I been 20 years older, I still would have been the youngest one in the room. Even our most recent ex-Congresswoman is working the polls. I am hob-nobbing with the elite now.
Would you go sit for 2 hours, listening to women bicker, on a cold, hard metal chair for $25?