On Being an Election Clerk (in San Francisco)
Hey, it ain't so bad. Mind-numbingly boring, but not so bad. Most people were friendly and willing to find some humor when I made my lame jokes.
There is this one woman, though. I remember her from the primary in March. She must have a very sad life because it seems that everything is such an inconvienence to her. Good golly, just removing the little stubs on her ballot cards was such a pain for her. She asked if we had ballots in English, (of course they are printed with all the languages and I thought to tell her that if we had to differentiate who wanted which ballot, we would have 16 different cards to hand out, oh, but wait, that would be our problem). I just about told her off, and I wish I had thought to suggest she vote absentee next time, seeing as how coming down to the poll is such a negative experience for her (and more importantly, for us). Some people are just unhappy about life.