The Voting Polls Day Three

Should have brought a book

The day started with a flurry of texts from Darwin and Squirrel. Well, to be fair, every day starts with a flurry of texts from Darwin and Squirrel. We chat every day. 

Today's texts were different. Today's texts were about Dad. And our tribute to him. We sent pictures. Made ice tea comments and made inside jokes only the three of us and Dad would get. I miss my daddy. I'm glad my brothers understand. 

All this was going on while I was working the election site. When it is slow, I don't mind if the people working are on their phones. After all, there is only so much we can discuss at 8 a.m. otherwise, we stare into space, looking stoned. For those with the foresight to bring a book, the more power to them. I was not that person today. 

We had two new clerks (you may remember my head clerk was promoted Saturday afternoon when Kara left with a family emergency). Clerk A seemed to have her act together. Clerk B was a little more discombobulated. Both clerks are old enough to know how to act.  

Clerk B, never really got her act together. She shopped on her phone and planned her daughter's wedding every chance she got. I had to remind her three times (three times!!) to keep her equipment--which is normally plugged in and there's no reason whatsoever it should be unplugged--plugged in. At the end of the day, the head of the Bowie County elections called me wanting to know why one station was at 30 percent, letting me know that any equipment under 100 percent battery was unacceptable. I wanted to know why this was the case too, but I gave up four-letter words for Lent. Anyway, you get the idea about my day with Clerk B. She won't be there tomorrow.  

Turns out she too is in the Master Gardener program. She questioned if I was really in it, because she didn't see me Saturday at some event. Nope. I was working the election. 

It's supposed to be the Easter Bunny,
not a caterpillar

We had two complaints today. One from a woman frustrated because she felt there wasn't enough signage in the parking lot of the Church of Christ (where the elections are held). I'm sure if we had a neon arrow, and a conveyor belt which would carry her car to the designated spot, it would not be enough signage. But, I took down her concerns, and passed them along to the Powers that Be.

The other complaint was from a woman who was not voting. She wasn't even in the voting room. However, she felt the people in the room were too loud and it was unfair for those who were voting. Her specific complaint came in when a group of older men were checking in and their voices were booming. Oddly enough, she and the people she drove to the voting place stood outside the room after she whined to me talking loud enough that I'm pretty sure Arkansas got an earful. However, I registered her complaint with the Powers that Be as well. 

Around 5:30 Polly arrived with Chick-Fil-A. It was a surprise dinner for me. She told me she met Buckaroo at the restaurant who was also planning on buying Chick-Fil-A for me! However, she beat him to it. 

One more day this week. I'm looking forward to sleeping in until 7 a.m. on Wednesday.