By Ayami Hatanaka
POSTED: 01:30 a.m. HST, Dec 12, 2012
~~<p>As a naive teenager, I believed political campaigns were a world of professionalism. I had envisioned a nice space with fancy desks where employees would be filing paperwork, interns shuffling to and from the coffee machine, and the campaign manager emerging from his glass-walled office to announce a major breakthrough in the polls, at which point the volunteers, interns and employees would clap and cheer, just as movies had depicted. But my first day of volunteering was not what I had expected.</p>
As a naive teenager, I believed political campaigns were a world of professionalism. I had envisioned a nice space with fancy desks where employees would be filing paperwork, interns shuffling to and from the coffee machine, and the campaign manager emerging from his glass-walled office to announce a major breakthrough in the polls, at which point the volunteers, interns and employees would clap and cheer, just as movies had depicted. But my first day of volunteering was not what I had expected.
During my first time volunteering, I was shocked that the calling center was just a small room with some tables and phones. There were no wooden desks with bustling interns or all-important campaign managers, but just some plastics tables with phones. The movies had tricked me. Login for more...