I spent a fascinating three hours today in training for my
work on October 19th as a Deputy Returning Officer for the long
anticipated national federal election.
I had applied earlier for work on the election, but for
whatever reason I wasn’t selected. My buddy and Louise were, and after the
first little bit of disappointment I was kind of looking forward to a quiet,
relaxed day while my lovely wife worked enforcing the democratic process. I
thought that listing things that indicated I was a good, productive and
contributing member of society was the way to go. Who wouldn’t want an upright citizen
that volunteered with kids sport and Scouting for many years? Turns out that
Elections Canada had different criteria in mind.
Louise went for her training and when she came home she said
that they were still looking for people to work the election. Yayyy??? She told
me not to put the same lame shit down this time, but to talk about years of
service delivering mail, being bonded and passing numerous security checks. I
was called about an hour later. I hate being wrong when I know I should be
right!
Today I and about twenty others were sworn in as elections
officials. A sorrier bunch of reprobates you’ve ever seen in one room. One of
the guys was a chain smoker and said that he could go 14 hours without a smoke
no problem. Sure, if he were being held in solitary confinement. He would know.
I’m sure that several of the people couldn’t read or write but were pretty good
at making X’s. Two of the guys there were twitchy drug user types and were
looking forward to getting enough cash for a hit or two. One of the women was
bored from the first minute and when the instructor mentioned there would be a
break midway, she got up to leave. She heard “break” and figured that was it.
I’m pretty sure I can do the job just as long as there are
no real complications. If someone comes in with a mask on, as long as they have
two pieces of ID then they can vote. Anything really serious and I just refer
them to the person in charge. This should be pretty easy, and I think I should
get a lot of reading in.
My biggest worry is that when I tear the ballots out of the
book I will destroy the ballot. If I ruin enough ballots, I have no idea what I
have to do. Do I get more? Do I have to tape the wrecked ones back together?
Will I still get paid?
I am sure that this is a pretty mindless job. Well, it
should be judging by the losers I took my training with and the loser they took
their training with.
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