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October 16, 2008

My Crappy Part-time Temp Job

Like so many people today, I am availing myself of as many opportunities as possible to improve my economic standing and provide for my future, which is why I have taken on a part-time temp job that doesn't pay shit and sometimes requires so many extra hours and so much preparation that it impedes my ability to do my REAL job. The only good things about this job are A) the work is actually interesting, B) I can do it at home in my pajamas, and C) it will end soon.

This part-time job is called "Obsessing About the Election." I don't actually get paid for it at all, but I'm spending so much time at it lately that it really does feel like a job.

This morning, for instance, I got up and watched last night's debate on Youtube. That took 91 minutes. Then I had to spend a long while being nauseated about the way McCain used air quotes and a sneer when he referred to "the health of the mother" in abortion issues. Then I had to read commentary. Then I had to read polls proving what any sane person could see: Obama won. Then I had to read all the other news.

It took A LONG time. It's almost noon, I'm emotionally and physically exhausted, and I want to take a nap. But I've got my REAL job to do now.

I will be really glad when this election is over, particularly if Obama wins it, the way he looks like he's going to. I will take several days off not only from the election, but from all the news, and step far, far away from the computer.

Posted by holly at October 16, 2008 11:45 AM

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By rebecca on October 16, 2008 4:26 PM

AGREED. I considered skipping the debate because this whole thing is so much work, but I'm glad I watched - that was the best one, for sure. At first I thought Grandpa McCain might actually be going somewhere, but...no. He just wandered around and behaved erratically, as the demented tend to do. If I were Obama I probably would have lost it and smacked McCain when he kept making the same old accusations, talking in circles, and INTERRUPTING. I guess it's a good thing I'm not Obama.

If Obama doesn't win...

WHAT WILL WE DO???

By aerin on October 17, 2008 11:35 AM

I've realized that there are only some things I can control - the outcome of the election is not something I can control. Other than voting myself, speaking up when it's appropriate and to remind friends and relatives to register and to vote. Other than that, I realize there's not much I can do. Well, if Obama does't win, start preparing for '12.

By Holly on October 19, 2008 9:36 AM

aerin--I agree that I can't control the outcome of the election, but that doesn't mean I don't want to avail myself of as much influence as I can. And I also realizing that staying as informed as possible is a way to make myself feel better for my lack of control. But I just can't sit back and act like I don't really, really care about the consequences. Because, to answer Rebecca's question of what we'll do if Obama doens't win.... I think we'll go to hell in a dogsled, or one of McCain's seven cars.

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