Vote or DIE

We had the polling station in the Clubhouse at my work today. I shit you not...over 2000 people went through. I left work at 6:30 and the line was about 3 hours long.
I personally waited 2 and a half hours. It should be vote and die (of ennui while waiting in line.)
But I made my voice heard, which means if this election doesn't go MY way, I can still bitch royally over the next 4 years. No vote. No voice.

So this whole polling station at my work today. It meant no actual work got done. In the morning we had muffins and coffee...the brilliants in line waiting to vote would ask us..."is that for us?" No fuckwad. The four of us that work here are going to eat over 200 mini muffins and drink over 60 cups of coffee.

For lunch. Pizza. 20 of the suckers and we had to pass the bitches out. But during the day people were grateful. They loved us for our soda pop, and water, and the pizza. But. By 5:30 or so, when we are trying to close up the office, they are banging on our doors, demanding coffee, trail mix, anything we had left. Not to mention when we had to tell them that if they parked in our reserved parking they would be towed. That was the real crowd pleaser. In all, a good day. Now I am hopelessly addicted to CNN. In fact, I can hear them talking now. I. Must. Go. Watch.