I used to wonder at the devotion that it took to call random people off a list and try to get them to vote for a particular candidate. I mean, those people had to really believe in what that candidate was saying if they were willing to become telemarketers in that party/candidate's cause! Right?
Then came the day the temp agency I was working for at the time sent me to the local Republican campaign center. I took one look around and realized that at least three-quarters of the people there had been sent over by the same temp agency and were there because it was a decent paycheck. (Admittedly, I was there for the same reason. Gotta work to eat.)
Still, it makes you wonder, seeing how many people I knew were there only for the paycheck, how many of the ones who had actual positions in the campaign were there for the same reason. If that cheerful receptionist who said to everyone who came in "Vote for Bush!" with a blazingly cheerful smile on her face (This was for the Presidential election in 2004) was just a really good actress. If the guy training the paid phone shills was just looking forward to taking his girl out for a good steak dinner instead of seeing the candidate he supported win in a landslide.
This, quite frankly, is why I turn the answering machine off and check the caller-ID on EVERY call that comes in starting a month before every election. If I don't know the number, I don't answer. Because somewhere during those three weeks I was a paid political shill, I went from pessimism to cynicism. I started looking for the hidden agendas in everyone. And all too often, I found them. Not that a hidden agenda can't be good, it's just that too damned often there's a damned good reason they're hidden.
Okay, enough. Lack of nicotine is making me WAY too loquacious. Time to slap my fingers and say, "Bad werebear! No politics!"