Early Voting Clerk: The Inside Scoop

 

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My civic duty experiment is almost concluded. I've wanted to be a poll worker for many years...to see how things work behind the scenes, maybe learn more about the process. (Not to be confused with pole working, as many thought when I mentioned it. Turns out, poll sounds just like pole. I could never work a pole and earn any money from it...unless getting paid to stop.) With early voting now closed, and only hours until election Tuesday...November third, 2020... I'm ready for it to be over.

I had no idea how much work it was going to be. I was an official, sworn-in election clerk for Harris County. The rate of pay was $17 an hour. Not as cushy as my job at the airlines, but better than most entry level jobs in retail or food. Of course, it also paid overtime. During week 2 of early voting, I had more hours of overtime, than straight time. 

 

Because I was furloughed from my job in aviation on October first, thanks to the failings of congress in signing a relief package, I signed up to work early voting full time, not realizing that meant working every single day of voting, from open to close, for each of those days. That meant 18 days in a row...polls open at 7am and close at 7pm. Of course, we don't just show up at 7am and leave at 7pm.

Set up began daily at 6am. This meant setting an alarm for 430am and leaving my house at 530am. I was fortunate to know an election judge (a primary judge, or PJ) in my neighborhood. I reached out to her and she was able to have me assigned to her roster working about 15 miles away in far north Harris County. 

 

Every morning I thought this was a full moon. It was a Burger King sign.

After polls closed, we had to secure things for the night, which after a few days, we got down to only 15 minutes to complete. I was home by 745pm on the nights I didn't have to stop for groceries. I left my house before sun up. I got home after sun down.

Once home, I spent half an hour getting ready for the next day's lunch and dinner and cleaning up from that day's lunch and dinner. After a shower, that left about an hour before I had to get to bed, at 930pm...and that was only giving me 7 hours of sleep, where I usually need 8.

On Sundays, the polls opened at noon, meaning I had to be there at 11am. So Saturday was the night to start laundry so I could finish it Sunday morning. I would also cook for my lunches the following week. I made a King Ranch casserole and meatloaf (for awesome sandwiches on my homemade bread). I also cooked a Mexican lasagna, baked bread, and each week I baked a bundt cake to share with my co-workers. Sunday became the 1 day a week I allowed myself to eat out on my drive to work.

I learned a lot from working early voting in Harris County. First of all, each polling location is staffed evenly by people of both major parties. Each has a judge and an alternate judge. They must be of differing party affiliations. The alternate only has judge duties if the primary judge is absent. The poll workers are also equally represented.

We were never told with which party a co-worker was affiliated. No one ever felt the need to ask. There were, of course, a few who made it obvious...not by anything they said, but by how they acted and reacted to things. Conservative people who affiliate with the red party act differently from someone more liberal and voting blue. The under-educated and more stubborn among us tended to be red, as well.

       A few of my co-workers                 

After a week, we all seemed to be playing the same game of trying to pin a color on the worker. We never formed cliques, however. We all worked well with one another, even at the few times that there were disagreements. Afterwards, we found no issues working with one another. It was nice.

Once we all seemed to have it figured out, we became more open about being "R" or "D". There are times when someone from each party needed to perform a task together, such as when we had curbside voters. One D and one R had to be present. The bell would ring...I would state that I'd go get it...look at one of my co-workers and state, "You're R, do you want to come with me?"

We had 3 alternate judges (AJ) in the 3 weeks of early voting. The first one quit suddenly and without fanfare. He came in at 6am, turned in his keys and went home. He was not well liked, but his wife made good cookies. We all had a laugh when I brought this up- sounding as if he had died. He was annoying- to the point that a voter complained. He didn't want to do the duties of AJ, and kept stating that he was not an AJ. With such short notice, it was decided to make one of the current co-workers our new interim AJ. Because it had to be someone from the other party than the PJ, there was only one person who was full time who could do the job. That started out OK, but as predicted by most of us, within a few days, the title went to his head and he started acting like he was above the rest of us, even if he was one of the youngest among us, at 22.

Fortunately, we were assigned a new AJ and the young man returned to being "just a clerk" rather quickly. However, the new AJ was worse than the first and nearly got herself fired on day one. She would have been fired, but her party fought for her and she kept her job, which immediately morphed to sitting in front of the kitchen in the far corner of the room for 13 hours, refusing to assist us with any task. I called her our kitchen guard, "Where did the Kitchen Guard go? Oh, the restroom? Good for her." You can probably guess the main infraction that started the new drama...she refused to wear her mask. OK, not fair...she wore her mask, but kept it folded under so you could clearly see her mouth. After a voter complained, the stuff hit the fan. We almost lost our deputy clerk (basically the PJ's right hand and, at least in our case, her backup). She had tried to intervene but failed, returning from their pow-wow in the attached park stating that she was done working with people who couldn't act as the adult they clearly appeared to be at first glance.

Homer Simpson donut

Really, the only drama was with the revolving door of the AJs. The rest of us got along, formed new friendships and we were all giving. I brought cake every week. Another brought donuts, another cookies, another brought kolaches. There were 3 nights the polls were open until 10pm. Someone brought in Chick fil A nuggets (Chick fil Hate, in my dictionary). One day we had delicious homemade lemon squares. I brought a bag of popcorn with cups for people to snack on. There was candy, chips, nuts, drinks (non-alcoholic) and more brought in to share. On the last day, our PJ bought lunch for everyone, catered by her cousin's BBQ business. We had become a chosen family.

Our location was new for early voting this year, so it was unknown to most voters. There were 2 larger and better-known locations in the Tomball area. We were very busy the first week, but our longest line was only a 20-minute wait, and that happened only once. Week 2 and 3 we were fairly slow except for the mid-morning rush, the lunch rush, and the after work rush. The mid-morning rush became known as the donut rush. This, because of the first day someone brought donuts, I mentioned that I was in need of a sugar rush and was off to the kitchen to get one. Another said he would join me. Just as we rose from our chairs, voters started coming. A short line of 5 or 6 people formed and it was 60 minutes later when we were finally free to get our donuts. I mentioned that we had just gotten our donut rush, so that's what we called it from then on.

The longest our line got.

The scariest thing was how red the voters in our location were. The northern edge of Harris County is fairly rural. Twenty years ago, this area was farmland, pastures, ranches, and far from the big city. It is still as red as it ever was even if the city has grown so close. It was easy to tell who was voting for the orange man in the oval office based on their demeanor. The ones who were loud and boisterous, with poor diction, negative attitudes, quick movements, and refusal to wear a mask or use the COVID precautions we had available to all voters (finger protectors for signing the screens and using the dial in the voting booth and even hand sanitizers), these were ones most likely voting for twitler. 

Texas does not allow electioneering within 100 feet of the polling place (thank gods!), which means one cannot wear anything with a candidate's name, logo or phrase. There were many people wearing slogans of the orange one as they approached the door. When we asked (and very nicely, I might add) that they remove it or wear it inside out, 80% of the time they would make snide comments or give us attitude. Most would say something along the lines of "You're just saying that because it says trump." No, sir, or ma'am. If Jesus Christ were running for county clerk, you couldn't wear a cross in here. It's the law.

Voting

 

The times someone wore merchandise from the former Vice President, they complied without issue. As someone who sees the need for a change in leadership, it was scary to see so many red voters-- people voting against their issues-- voting party lines over country or over their own needs. There were elderly voting for a candidate who could very likely take away their social security, or was putting them at greater risk for COVID. There were people who clearly needed government aid or medical subsidies voting against the likelihood of continued benefits. One man yelled "MAGA" as he left the voting room. We turned to one another. Someone asked me what he said. "I think he said maggot," I replied. We laughed at him. No one ever shouted anything like, "Ridin'!" The cheeto base stands out like a star and thistle on an American flag, even without their pickup flags, red hats or white sheets.

Another thing that struck me time and again, were the great numbers of voters who were not educated on the candidates or their ballot. There were state offices with candidates from only one party, meaning they were running unopposed. If I had a dollar each time someone turned and shouted across the room why there was only 1 candidate, and then asked if they had to vote for that candidate, I could buy you a nice meal. Not to mention that they were clearly advertising the party for which they were voting. There was no regard for the person. Simply because they were the only person running and not on their party's ticket, they were closed to voting for them. Like it made a difference. They are going to win, regardless. One woman was quite upset about this. I flatly stated that she could have run for that office. It would give the red voters someone to vote for.

On the first Saturday of voting, there were about 3 voters in the room when outside, on the highway, a police bike passed by, followed closely by trucks with multiple flags for the orange one. There were also American flags, Texas flags, confederate flags and more. Ten trucks passed, then 20, and they kept coming. They looked like a line of flag corps girls at a high school football game. There were cars, motorcycles, vans, jeeps and pickup after pickup, with 3, 5 and what looked like 10 or more flags flapping in the wind like the little anus-mouth of our fake president. And each vehicle honked. And each driver and passenger shouted, hooted and hollered. There must have been over 50 cars in the parade. It lasted at least 10 minutes but felt like an hour. 

 

The 3 voters had finished voting and we all stood there, mouths agape, in awe, shaking our heads and some of us scared. Why scared? Because I felt like I was seeing what was going to be commonplace if the orange one wins. And because I was also seeing those who were going to be an issue if the orange one losses. Others would later agree.

 

These are the people I would be fighting in the next civil war. These were the people who will be the conspiracy theorists over how the election was stolen from their dear orange leader. These are the people who are under-educated, ill-informed and carry guns without fear of waving them or using them to defend what they see as a threat to their way of life. So selfish.

 

Flying a flag is normally seen as an association with a nation, symbolizing territorial identity or a rally cry in times of war. Those who display cheeto flags aren't trying to convert others as much as they seem intent on showing their loyalty, much as to a royalist to a monarchy. And the fact that they fly it along with flags of state and nation only drives home the extent that they seem emboldened to display their loyalty to an office that should never attract the kind of cult status as what we are seeing today in America.

The parade was well organized. When the last pickup drove past, there were 2 more police bikes. I wondered if they were paid or if they volunteered to escort them. We wondered if the parade was going to drive all over Harris County to intimidate other polls, or if they just picked ours. I don't think even the red among the workers were moved to a sense of pride. We all seemed a bit shocked. These future domestic terrorists had succeeded in showing how fanatical and warped the more enthusiastic of the far right could be. They showed an extremist side of the most maniacal of the MAGAts.

 

There would be no more parades, however, from to time in the next few weeks, I would see a truck or jeep pass down the highway with a cheeto flag waving. And one night, on my drive home, I passed a pickup with 5 flags waving from its bed. The truck wound up right behind me, with my Biden sticker in clear view. I was actually scared. I didn't know if they were going to intimidate me, to run me off the road, to follow me closely with their bright lights nearly 4 feet off the pavement searing through my rear window. Or worse, waving a gun. I suddenly realized how black people must have felt (and still feel) when seeing vociferous fringe elements seemingly on the prowl and not knowing what their intent might be...what little infraction I might make to warrant their continued and increased intimidation upon an unsuspecting person simply going about their daily life. Off to the grocery store one minute... in the news the next. "Biden supporter drug from car and beaten. More at eleven." When the truck turned and was no longer behind me, I was able to breathe and relax the iron-grip I had on my steering wheel.

The hardest part of my little experiment in working the polls were the 3 nights of closing at 10pm. Well, I missed the first night because I had arranged to take off early for my neighborhood's annual HOA meeting. I know the PJ because we serve together on the board of our HOA; she's the VP and I'm the secretary. She was actually running for a new term, but as secretary, I needed to be present to oversee the election. As the PJ, she couldn't leave to campaign at the meeting, so I would do so on her behalf. We didn't realize until a few days out that I would be leaving early on the first night we were open until 10pm. Of course, we had to be back at 6am to open for the next day. And of course, my HOA meeting kept me out late, anyway. It's not like I got out of the pot without getting into a frying pan. 

Finger cot family. I was bored.

The second night we were open late, I would be there. I brought a game, which actually helped pass the extra 3 hours very quickly. In those extra late hours, they had 5 voters the first night. On night 2, we had 8 voters. Night 3 brought us another 5. Our judge let some workers go home early. I didn't ask to be let go, since I had left early the first night. I got home at 1030pm, was in bed by 11, and up again at 430am. I was dead tired that next day. We were slow enough that we could leave and take a nap in our car, which I did and felt so much better when I returned. And after my 2nd late night, I asked to come in the next morning an hour late, and that extra hour made a world of difference.

The final Friday of early voting snuck up on us. With the stress of the 3 late nights, suddenly it was Thursday and we were growing almost sad that our little family would come to an end on Friday. Being October 30, we decided to dress up for Halloween, and only 7 of the 11 of us did so, but it was festive. An organization had delievered10 pizzas on Thursday and again on Friday. (We each took a whole pizza home at least one of the 2 nights.) We exchanged numbers and social media details. We took a group photo. We still didn't hug, due to COVID, but many of us wanted to. We had talked about going for a drink after we closed on the final night, but every one of us was too tired. We talked about a reunion instead; getting together every so often. Maybe a picnic in the same park where we had spent the previous 3 weeks. And I'll be working with one of my early voting co-workers on election day, again with Judge Briscoe. But this time, we are working at the elementary school in our neighborhood.

 

Those of us who dressed for Halloween.

This is the most important election of my life. So much hangs on the outcome of this election. This is a president who is in way over his head, who sows so much division and spews so much hatred and vitriol. Who surely has told more out-right lies than any other president in history and has a base of supporters bent on fighting for him and another group voting for him simply because he calls himself Republican (he is not). This is a president who is only 1 of 3 in our nation's history impeached. He is the laughing stock of the world. Nothing could be more important than not only voting him out, but with a degree of separation that the cries of voter fraud couldn't possibly be fought to victory. I'm happy that I will be kept busy working on election day rather than being fraught with fear, anticipation, and nervousness at watching the returns. By the end of election day, no matter if I get home at 8pm or 10pm, I'll be too tired. And hopefully, my dream of seeing Texas turn blue and of the orange one losing 30% to Biden's 60% might come true and I'll find a reason to open the bottle of champagne chilling in my fridge behind leftover meatloaf and King Ranch casserole. Because if cheeto wins a second term, he will get worse, his base will get worse, and America, the environment and the world may never be the same. 

It's been a thrill to see what happens behind the scenes of a Texas general election. And to learn about provisional votes and understand why, on election night, it often takes so long for the results to come in. There are quite a few provisional votes that require further inspection on election night. Some are necessary to ensure no one votes twice (such as those who requested a mail-in ballot, yet don't surrender it when they come to vote in person) or those who don't have the proper identification, or we can't find their voter registration number. No one can be turned down from voting. Even if you have not registered to vote, you can still vote. However, it is a provisional vote and only on election day will it be looked at and most likely won't count. That must take a long time. Maybe in the future, I will be able to get a position working that end of the election, and will know for sure. 

 

 

Stevie Nicks posted this photo of her voting.

I've never worked so many days in a row without having one off. I often wonder what that would be like when I'm on a cruise ship and seeing how the cruise staff works 7 days a week for months on end. It's exhausting. Much like my job flying the time zones of the world, I lost track of what day it was. I looked forward to Sundays since that meant reporting to work 5 hours later than the other 6 days of the week.

It's been a thrill to be involved in this election process. I enjoyed posting daily early voting tips on social media. I've enjoyed working with nice and fun people (some of us still wonder if all of the R co-workers are going to vote for cheeto, or if they might join the army of Republicans for Biden). It seems odd that so many decent people can actually vote for the monster who has become the man who sits at the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office. But they exist...and I got to meet quite a few in the past 3 weeks while working early voting in Harris County. It makes little sense to me, but that's nothing new. It's a crazy world and it takes all types. Hopefully, the record-breaking, early voter turnout across the nation is indicative of a sweeping change. But who knows. Party loyalists and the rabid right could pull off a great surprise.

Gods help us.