Elections get to me. Not just the results but the actual voting process itself. I have voted in every municipal, provincial, and federal election since my age deemed me eligible. And every single time I arrive at the polling station to vote, something uncontrollable overwhelms my emotions and I get a lump in my throat and teary-eyed. My reaction is a pure reflex response to which I do not completely understand and each time I am always a little startled by this reaction. There is something about walking into the community building and seeing an influx of all different kinds of people in the community making an effort to have their voices count. Seniors, young adults, frazzled Mom's, business people, etc, all taking the time to participate in democracy. It is something I value and the reaffirmation of seeing other people who also value it makes me feel emotional and grateful. Sure, I may not be pleased with the actual election results but I am proud and grateful that I live in a country that provides me with the opportunity to to practice democracy.
I have long wanted to be an actual part of the election day process and have often thought about volunteering to help out at a polling station. It was then with surprise several years ago a friend informed me that most of the positions are actual paid positions.
This past provincial election I was hired to be a Voting Officer. Voting Officer. Doesn't that sound official? I almost expected an uniform or cute perky hat to accompany the position. Voting Officer.
The training session was rushed with the trainer having too many people and too many topics to cover. I was also singled out as 'What NOT to wear on election day.'.................and without an accompanying $5000 Visa, and Stacey and Clinton's sage advice. What was the offending garment? My green (think bright green, like kelly green or green apple) jean jacket. Apparently it could influence voters to vote for ...............can you guess????!!!! (insert sarcasm) The Green Party. Or, gasp, imply that I was subtly but surely supporting The Green Party.
Election day arrived and I showed up at my polling station dressed in black with thermos, water, and food to begin a 15 hour day. Some people (actually many) found the day long but I enjoyed it.......I found the entire process interesting and with my book, sudokus, and crosswords, found the time went quickly. My partner (the Voting Clerk) was also very chatty and the hours sped by.
Election Day. It always makes me feel hopeful; seeing people care enough to vote. Even if they make a deliberate point to spoil their ballot they still have participated in democracy. Spoiled ballots are read and they do illustrate voter turnout.
Now, if I could just have a vote on who makes dinner..........................
