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Poll Dan...I mean Pole Dancing

From: Judy C.
Sent on: Tuesday, November 6, 2012 8:42 PM

TShakes!

 

I smell politics in the air! Here's an interesting read from The Atlantic that pretty much sums up why I voted, and why I chose to volunteer as a Poll Watcher today. What's a poll watcher? Well you know those really annoying people that throw glossy paraphernalia at you before you walk into the voting booth, that's a poll watcher - that was me today. I wanted to help out a friend who heads Parks by You, a grass roots organization that is pushing for Prop B. I am far from anything hippy skippy, but I did my homework and decided that this was a cause that was worthy for Houston. I was nervous, excited, and slightly giddy when I got my assignment from them. I was given free reign to do what I do best at the voting site, sell!

When I arrived at my location, I wanted to be better than any other poll watcher, I wanted to be different, but most of all, I wanted to win. I learned very early on that it is illegal to come within 100ft of the polling booths. I thought the line was imaginary, but apparently there were markers everywhere that I didn't notice (well I chose not to notice). So I had to stalk smart and early, I started to shark the voters as they were coming out of their cars. It was so_much_fun_ for the first hour. Voters stopped and listened to me, they asked questions, and we gave each other "high fives" - we were like family, sweet! Then I had my first fighter. I could see that he didn't want to make any eye contact, but that didn't stop me, it was GAME ON. I walked ahead of him so that I could cut him off right before the marker. I hustled for him, and I was on point. It didn't matter though, he blew past me with just a flick of his wrist. The Flicker silenced me. The Flicker stunned me, and the Flicker wasn't alone - his pack followed soon after. I was obsessed with the Flickers. The more they struggled, the more I wanted to take them down - it was exhausting. Sure I had voters come up and thank me for volunteering, and sure I had the occasional creeper who would only vote "yes" if I had coffee with them after (when I say creepy, I mean CREEPY), but I didn't care, all I could see were Flickers. Here's the ironic thing, I'm a Flicker. I did the exact same thing last week to the poll watchers last week when I voted early. They were annoying to me, so I flicked - arrogant, I know.

So as Election 2012 comes to an end, here's a TED Talk given by Doris Kearns Goodwin on learning from past presidents. As you watch this video, ask yourselves this: "Was I a Flicker?"

 

Regards,

 

JC aka The Flicker

 

  

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