Drive for Change: Post-Mortem

Well, I survived!
Did some actual canvassing Sunday morning, then went back to the main office to do more data entry. Canvassing wasn’t too bad, but it was kind of like playing Russian roulette: every time I knocked on a door, I didn’t know whether to hope the person wouldn’t be home so I could avoid talking to them or would be home so I could feel like I was contributing by collecting information.
By the end of the day I was punchy as hell — I am just not cut out for the combination of exhaustion and people-fatigue inherent to that kind of work, I think. I made it home okay, though I missed the I-680 interchange completely and wound up going over the bridge into Martinez. Fail.
I really admire the people who work campaigns like that seven days a week for months in the lead-up to elections. They make all the difference in the world, and do amazing work. I don’t think I could do that. Just the one weekend sort of destroyed me. I got ten hours of sleep last night and am still tired and cranky. I feel sort of bad that I’m not doing more, but I have already done more than a lot of people have, and that counts for something. At least I acted rather than sitting on the sidelines and crossing my fingers.