Oh my God I had so many of these today I don't even know where to start.
The campaign manager called. I asked him why I was being asked to go out in the snow for three weeks with the candidate. He had no answer. I asked him whether it was because I was an unknown. He had no answer. I asked him whether it was because I was a woman. He had no answer. I pointed out that I had volunteered to learn, and wondered what I would learn on the stump.
He asked me what I usually did on a campaign at home.
I said, 'managed it'.
He said 'oh'.
So much for my reputation preceding me.
I met an Irish guy who told me all about his dreams for the future in Nova Scotia, and then asked me was I here because I was engaged. I said no. He didn't miss a beat, told me the rest of his dreams and told me not to worry about things.
I wasn't, thanks very much for caring, though.
I met two blokes in the pub, who asked me why I was here, and then told me the reason was because Europe was finished because of France and Germany. I tried to explain the beauty of the EU but they had to leave. And drive home drunk. They asked me if I wanted a lift. I got the bus. I don't want drink drivers on my conscience. They had lectured me about Canadian blood spilt to save Europe twice.
Yeah, whatever.
But before all of that, I met a guy I had spent some time with last week. He had asked me about my life and I had told him a brief synopsis from 1995 to now.
He said "I hope you weren't too emotionally drained by telling me all that."
I didn't understand for a while. Emotionally drained by telling him my back story? Why would I be?
And then I understood. He would have put all of that in a little canister and marked it ''open only when really pissed'' and not looked at it after that. Unless really pissed.
I, being female, think about it every day. Not in a 'ohmygod this is what happened to me' kind of way, but in a 'oh look it's snowing, the bus is late, I should have exfoliated. My look at how late I'm going to be for opening my email. Remember the time I was late because I had that row with XXX about the snow. And then Pauline called. That reminds me, I must ring Pauline this week, shit, have I got my passport - I have to get that form signed for my teaching class? "
"I like my teaching class - I wonder if I'd like to be a teacher. I should check the St. Pat's website and see how difficult it would be to apply. Which reminds me, I need to email inmyday and ask about the Macra PhD. ohmygod, remember the time we went to the Macra dinner and XXX didn't know what to say to anyone. A bit like the time I went to the Legion with YYY. And he flipped. I hate when that happens. Never mind, nice female Christmas this year. Ooh, no pressies wrapped, speaking of Christmas. Must go to the drug store at lunchtime and get wrapping paper. Do I have enough cash? No. Go to the machine. Remember the way there was an armed guard outside the ATMs in India. That driver was nice - I wonder where he is now. I heard he's a paramedic now. I wish they had ATMs on the street in Canada. Must check out why not. Maybe worth a press release. Where is the bus? Going to be late, going to be ate. Must talk to the press officer first thing, feel like I'm not doing enough pr for my politicians at the moment."
Emotionally drained? Where the hell would I find the brain space to be emotionally drained? It's just a running sewer of banality in Queenie's head all day every day.
They have no idea, do they!
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