Fire Drill
We had a fire drill at the DNC this morning. It was a nice change of pace – remember in elementary school when fire drills were SO COOL because you got to miss class for a few minutes? And you knew there wasn’t really a fire, but you still worried about what would happen to the class pet in the back of the room. Or at least, I always did. The principal used to time us, and announce the time on the PA system after we were back in the building. It was such a big deal if everyone got out faster than the last time. Nothing like that at the DNC, though. Although something that did baffle me were the number of people who took their coffee with them.
Nothing like a nice hot cup of joe while your office goes up in flames, I always say.
This morning has been full of answering e-mails, doing a fun coloring project, and writing a letter inviting Democrats Abroad from Oregon to a conference call with the Democratic candidate for Senate, Jeff Merkley. The coloring project involves finding an editable map online, manipulating the colors so each region is a different hue, and sending it to the Obama staff in charge of hiring field workers for each region. It’s a nice break from the e-mails from angry, angry people about the fact that our website and/or contribution page is broken more often than not.
Also I need to call the bank and figure out why they charged us over $200 to cash a check from Canada that was mixed in with our U.S. checks. However, it was clearly from an account with U.S. funds, not Canadian dollars. That’s another fun part of the job, dealing with all sorts of foreign currency. It makes the bank kind of hate us, so this is obviously an ill-disguised attempt at retribution.
In other news, international calls coming in to our phones sometimes distort callers’ voices so they sound like Darth Vader.
“::::Pant, pant::::How do I register to vote? ::::Pant::::I am youhr fahthahhr::::”
“What? Let me call you back”
“I said, I’m for Obama.”
