cyaluminus

Work is so cool. I've been given the neatest project: put a Congressman in a coffee shop. Have him talk with locals. Get him votes. Get votes for John Kerry. Do not waste our money.

I researched the indy coffee houses of North and East Portland. I called two pages worth of them. I had a phone slammed on me. I selected the best two that were interested. I made flyers. I distributed the flyers. I called the neighborhood associations. I called the state Dems. I called the county Dems. I have badgered (which I'm told is better than goodgering) and harangued and harrassed and harried these mofos into the positions I need them to be in.

When I called the county Dems, I talked to a volunteer. I made him my bitch. It's not like because I'm a freaking intern I'm better than him. It's just that, for that when shining moment when I asked him "So, will you take a message for the guy who does know what's going on?" I was better than him.

Maybe it's just all that copier toner I've been huffing, but I think I may be on my way to being The Man. First, I will have to work for him. Then I will kill The Man. Then I will take over his identity.

I. Will. Be. The. Best. Man. Evar.