This is my first presidential election and I'm excited. I went to the polls early to cast my ballot. The whole process took about 15 minutes; there were very few people at my polling place. Ya'll know the blacks don't vote.

I'm even more excited about the Election Protection Hotline being headquarterd at my office. It's been absolutely chaotic here. At any given time we have 100 people in the suite. The call center is crammed with volunteers. Many of them are lawyers or law students. Most are easy to deal with. It's this raggedy ass security gauard we have. Let's call him Smurphy cause that's what we called him in high school. He tried to get real comfortable since he knew me back when. I don't think so. I can't stand it when niggas refuse to be professional.

People were turned away from polls for wearing John Kerry tshirts. Polling locations in rural areas in the south were changed with out notice. Birth certificates were requested. Some voters were asked to fill out new registration forms or they wouldn't be allowed to vote. Black men were challenged about their qualifications (assuming to be ex-cons) to vote. Native Americans were told they couldn't vote if they had outstanding bills or parking tickets. An automated services, using a black woman's voice, called homes of black people telling them democrats vote on Nov. 3 and republicans on Nov. 2. Who are these henchmen that are willing to do anything to have this man re-elected? It's disgusting.

Men's Room Key
Whyfuck can't these gotdamn men return the fuckin key? They're fully aware the damn door is locked. Just put it back. Some jack off took three keys. They lucky as shit I was able to find several others in my drawer. An announcement was made but none of the guys had the key. At about 8 pm, some dicksmoker decided to return it.

I confused a dyke camera lady for a man, accidentally calling her "Sir". So! She looked like a man from behind. What can I do?

The Gays
Ya'll know I got love for ya'll. I really do. But I'm sayin. Don't fuckin come up in here with these saucy attitudes (yes, this includes the lawyers) thinking Imma do whatever you want me to. Kiss my ass and go have a seat in the hotline station.

The Lawyers Committee for Civil Rights Under Law rented out our entire suite to use as the command center for the Election Protection Hotline. One of their krakka ass krakka staff members who was responsible for staffing the Media Sign in Table asked if I had Innanet on my computer. Of course I do. Next she asked if she can go on my computer to check my email. No big deal. I was getting up to go downstairs anyway, in need of lunch. Later in the afternoon, she asks me if she can go on the Internet...again. She had the nerve to look at me like I magically sprouted two heads. Bitch please! This is MY machine and I aint got to let you use SHIT. Not my fault your peoples didn't hook you up with a laptop. Oh yeah, you're supposed to be working the Media Sign in Table, not surfin the web. Fuck outta heah.

Where's the Phone?
"Is there another phone we can use? We need to make calls now." There are 150 phones in the back of this office and they can't find one? Fuck no you can't use my phone. Skeedaddle. My area is the only area that's off limits when we rent out the center. Shit, this is my work area, muhfukkas. Back up off me.

Overall this has been a great experience and I'm glad to have been a part of it.

02.November.2004    07:07 PM    

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