I got out of my comfort zone last night and guess what, I
had a wonderful time.
The Sharon Meieran campaign held what they call a phone bank
out in Multnomah Village at campaign headquarters, a little barely furnished office
suite in the basement of a dental building. It’s a nice part of town, on the
road to Lake Oswego, if you know what I mean.
There weren’t that many people there, six of us, and I had
the unenviable task of writing personal notes from Sharon on the campaign
brochures that will be left with those who aren't home or won't come to the door
during the handshake knockalongs this coming Saturday.Tomorrow.
A big key with these grass-roots type campaigns seems to be
personal contact, so the staff tries to get ahold of everybody they can in the
run-up to May 15.
The others got on the phone with their little laptops open
in front of them on the tables and tried to get a simple and respectful script delivered to the
surprising number of folks who actually picked up in response to the dinner-time
jingle from”unknown number” on their caller ID screens. And a number of folks
weren’t even annoyed about it. I was kind of tickled about the response we got,
so very wholesome and neighborly.
I wrote little notes until my wrist was on fire, and my
atrocious handwriting was judged to be perfect for the task, after all, Sharon
is an MD.
Then they fed us, delightful honey baked chicken and a nice
mixed salad and some enormous very red very ripe strawberries. I even scored a
ride home from the coordinator.
Nice folks.
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