||[Jun. 9th, 2008|10:41 pm]
what a marvelous mess
Hilariously enough, I volunteered to spend a day with a few other interns in Virginia at the Leslie Byrne for Congress headquarters phonebanking in the morning, canvassing in the afternoon. |
Canvassing was funny in a horrible way, since the temperature was somewhere near 110 degrees with humidity and we were traipsing down streets with names like Plantation, Lee, Antietam, and Confederate.
But phone banking - that was another story completely.
The way phone banking works is like such: there's a computer program that pulls numbers out and calls them for you, so when you hear a beep on your end, you say hi, introduce yourself, and then look at the top of the screen to find the name of the person you're calling. A typical conversation start would go like such: "Hi, this is Hannah, calling on behalf of Leslie Byrne for Congress. Is Tom Jones there?"
Well, about two and a half hours in, I was comfortable doing it, I was in my zone, having no problems, etc.
Well, apparently I got too comfortable, or something threw me off, because I said the following. "Hi, this is Hannah, calling on behalf of Leslie Byrne for Congress. Is Prince William home? Oh my GOD, that's the county you're in. Uh, hi Sharon?"
As soon as I got off the phone, I started laughing so hard I cried for ten minutes.
I couldn't even explain to the other interns wtf had just happened, so when I finally did, they all died laughing too.
I thought it was a weird name for a person, but you never know...