To say that I’m upset is an understatement. For 27 years, I’ve worked at the election polls in Lincoln. My job title is inspector. It is a very rewarding and fun job. I live in my precinct. Our polling place is at the Veteran’s Hall.
As always, I attend a three-hour refresher course in Auburn, where I pick up the equipment needed. A few days later, I inspect everything in the big blue container and make sure everything is there. I also put the street tabs in the roster that the book voters sign. All this takes an hour or more. Then we all arrive at the Veteran’s Hall at 6 a.m. to set up the machines, signs and paperwork needed for the day. I announce at 7 a.m. that the polls are open.
We were the busiest we have even been because two polls were combined and it was a presidential election. At 8 p.m., we announced the poll was closed.
Then the really hard and hectic works begins. Putting everything away, shutting down the voting machines, collecting the ballots, putting them into a box with a security seal, gathering up all of our personal stuff, leaving the place empty as it was at 6 a.m. At 9:15 p.m., my clerk and I rushed to the receiving center at McBean Park, where we dropped off the ballots.
I was worn-out but happy, because as always at my precinct, the GOP candidate won. I turned on the TV about 9:45 p.m. Romney was conceding.
All that hard work, for what?
A voter that day said, “You know, none of this counts, don’t you?” I said “That’s not true, it counts.” Well I now know, in some ways, it really doesn’t count.
But I am an American. Our forefathers fought for our right to vote so I will continue to do my part at every election.
What really doesn’t count are the people who stay home.
Nancy Moose, Lincoln