Just this morning, I boasted about the great job I've done screening political calls thanks to caller ID, but my streak ended as I answered an Obama call a few minutes ago. After confirming our support, the caller said the primary reason for the call was to get volunteers to work the phone bank this weekend. I lied and said we were thinking about it. I hate using the phone, which I attribute to working as a reporter. Calling people that I knew didn't want to talk to me eventually took its toll and now that no one is paying me to use the phone, I try to avoid it completely.
When I was in college, I worked on several political campaigns, mostly local San Francisco stuff, and I did more than my share of phone banking then. I hated asking people if they voted and/or if they supported a specific candidate. It was painful. I've been hit up to phone bank (now a verb!) many times this election and I've always bagged. We've given money, we've got the bumper sticker, a sign out front, but call people? That's where it ends for me. Extremists will die for their cause, but I can't be bothered to pick up the phone.
Clover took a mental health half day today, which has increased my mental pain as she and her brother fight and cause havoc. She's now stuck in her room because I told her if she was indeed sick, she should be resting. I want to make faking illness as annoying as possible for her. She fell off a haystack at school, complained of stomach pain and refused to eat lunch and since I was nearby, I brought her home. One of her teachers sent home the special snack that was to be handed out in the afternoon - a caramel apple - but she said it was for after lunch. As we got into the car, Clover opened her lunch and had eaten it completely by the time we reached the freeway, then she asked for the caramel apple. (I said no.) I don't think she's sick.
At home, Clover showed us the Barack Obama for President button she received at school, which caused Rocket to cry because he wanted an Orock Obama pin too. I had a company pin on my desk that I looked at yesterday and wondered what to do about. Throw it in the trash? Give it to someone? Do people really like freebie buttons handed out by companies? The only buttons I liked and kept were the ones from the Kirtsy/Guy Kawasaki party this summer. ("Kirtsy: we bring bitches together" or the picture of Guy's face? Those are awesome.) Luckily Rocket can't read, so he got a pin with a company logo, which I told him said Obama for President.