Thinking about limits in a coffeeshop, away from my computer, frustrated that I have to write this on paper, and will later have to retype it. At the same time as admiring my own quirky handwriting and the flow of ink on paper.
Is it a competition between my friends to be the most motivated? To receive the most accolades? I still feel like nothing was done by me at the DFL. (I don't do this for complements, so let me try and talk myself into it) I called people to come down and make phonecalls, sometimes knock on doors, or just to sit in the office. I plunged the toilet A LOT. I was really nice to people who I wanted to go away. I talked politics with those who came in for bumper stickers and wouldn't sign up to help with work. I flirted with Andy Martin A LOT when I *had* to call him everyday. I tried to appease all the campaigns and not step on any toes, not steal any volunteers.
Speaking of which how do we solve the problem of "volunteer stealing"? Maybe if all interns and volunteer recruiters had to become the best of friends at a retreat prior to the campaign. Then everyone would share and coordinate their events and needs. And volunteers wouldn't get called four times a day with campaign opportunities.
Oh wait - that was my job wasn't it? I guess I was too busy with the mundane everyday operations of the place and didn't have space for coordination. (should have paid me for 30 or 40 hrs and maybe it could have happened.)
Sometimes I feel like I define my life in terms of before & after the election.