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Books are dandy, but they don't tell ya what's goin on in the outside world.
I've scrutineered every damn election in about the last 30 years (federal, Ontario provincial, municipal, by-, ... well, except the times I was a candidate) and every time I manage to forget quite how mind-numingly boring it is. And you really just don't have a clue what's happening in any sense other than how many people in your polling station don't seem to know why they're there.
So much depends on personalities. I've usually been lucky, and had DROs and poll clerks who were at least pleasant, if not my party's appointee. But I've hit some doozers in terms of both incompetence and rudeness.
It's the other parties' scrutineers who provide for the most entertainment. My favourite was the Liberal, two federals ago, who kept challenging ballots where the vote was for *his* candidate, and there was nothing particularly wrong with the mark. Excessively scrupulous about being honest, or just dumb? Of course, scrutineers live for a ballot to challenge, to alleviate the boredom. I just shrugged every time, and concurred when he withdrew all his challenges at the end.
That same election, one of the poll clerks from another room finished early and came over to harass the worker at my poll as she counted (and did all the other tedious crap, counting leftover ballots, marking envelopes ..). He was old and male, she was young and female, and so she plainly needed him to tell her what to do. I complained to the senior polling station official -- it was quite against the rules for him to even be in our room -- and he waved me off. Then the old fart made a remark about the lousy immigrants voting, so I tried telling that to the senior official guy, who just happened to be a first-generation southeast Asian immigrant himself, and old fart found himself out the door.
The Liberals tend to send baselessly arrogant little snots to do the job. It's always fun smacking them into proper submission. Or equally baselessly self-important men in suits who dash in and dash out and don't make eye contact with the enemy and expect the poll workers to cater to them. The Conservatives are a motley crew, generally quite ordinary and easy-going, in my experience. Damn I hate Liberals.
But all in all, by the time the tiles come off the doors and you phone your numbers in and you get out into the fresh air, it's dark and it's all over, and you don't know what happened until you get home (or to the party) unless you buttonhole a stranger on the street, who probably doesn't care what happened. No watching as the returns dribble in on TV, no watching the numbers get written on the big boards at the rented hall.
For excitement, we career scrutineers have to watch US elections on TV. ;)
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