Election Day - Morning
I was up at 4am on Tuesday, May 24.
My plan was set the night before. Get up, make coffee, shower, dress, pack my breakfast and lunch then enjoy a relaxing cup of coffee before heading out to the library where I would be working the polls for the special election.
The library is just around the corner, so I knew I didn't have to leave until 5:20am to make it there by 5:30am. We'd set up the room, power up the voting machine and be ready for the throngs of folk clamoring to cast their vote at 6am.
The plan was sound. It really was. Except, I didn't check to make sure my keys were hanging on the door. They weren't.
At 5:20am, I discovered that my keys were missing.
Without them, I didn't have the keys to my friend's car, which I would use to transport what I needed for the day.
Without them I couldn't get back into the building or my apartment at the end of the day.
On the outside chance that my friend was awake, I put in a call to see if we could change plans and have him take me to the library. No luck, the call went to the answering machine.
I went downstairs and buzzed my friend, Gert. Could she take me to the library, NOW? She certainly could and did. I have called her my angel before....now you know why.
I'd like to report that voting was brisk. It wasn't. We never saw our first voter until 7:30am. By then my friend did call to find out what I wanted at that ungodly hour. I explained the situation and asked if he would bring my extra apartment key to the library. At least, with that, I'd be sure to be back in the apartment at the end of this long day.
You have already met two of the friends who were part of my day. There are more.
Dan dropped in mid morning to see if I needed coffee. We had coffee on site, but a diet pepsi would hold me for the day if he could drop one off later. He did.
Cathie, from the library, stopped in and brought me a bagful of books I had ordered for my summer reading. They came in handy to wile away the time between voters.
My friend did bring me my apartment key. He also was kind enough to take the bag of books home so I didn't have to cart them at the end of the day.
Chris came in to cast his vote around supper time. He was kind enough to order a pizza for us. Thank you, Chris. Chris was really running a tight schedule as well, He would be part of an election pod cast at 8:30pm, in Buffalo. So, taking the time to think us was doubly appreciated.
I called my neighbor, Marlene, to ask if she would mind buzzing me in sometime between 9:30 and 10pm. She agreed to wait by the phone for me to come home.
Each of these people made the day much easier. I am so blessed to have good friends.
Election Day - Evening
I got home, turned on the TV to get the election results. Kathy Hochul won the congressional seat for NY 26. I celebrated with a diet pepsi and went to bed. I'd look for the keys in the morning.
The LiveWorld Connection
If my friend, Julia, is reading this then she already has figured out the rest of the story.
Years ago, while working for LiveWorld, I had a fob that was needed to enter a client's site. You had to enter the numbers displayed on the fob, so I kept it on my desk where it would be easy to read.
One particular day, I had a shift for that client, then a shift for another client, and then had to go back to the first client for the next shift. I reached for the fob and it was gone. Not just gone but it evaporated into thin air.
The room I worked in was devoid of anything but the desk, my computer, printer, and paperwork. There wasn't anywhere that fob could go where I wouldn't see it. I did a frantic search but couldn't find it.
I made a desparate call to Julia, my supervisor. I was in NY, Julia in California.
She would have to get someone to do my shift and send me a new fob via overnight messenger.
Thank goodness for the time difference. Julia's late husband, Jim, would have time to get the fob to Federal Express in time for it to go out that evening.
The next morning, I was putting things away in the kitchen. There was a cracker box on the counter that felt very light. I decided to just pour what was left in a bowl and have them for lunch. When I poured the crackers out, there was the fob...in the cracker box. I had the box on the floor while doing my shifts the night before. It fell in the box without me knowing it. Sheepishly, I called Julia to tell her that the fob was found. We've laughed over this many times over the years.
Coffee in hand, I started the search for the keys. They were no where around the desk, not on the couch, not under the bed, nowhere.
I looked on the kitchen counter, and there was a box of crackers. I reached in and realized there was only one sleeve of crackers left in the box. I reached in to get the sleeve and felt the keys. There they were, in the cracker box.
Keys found. Mystery solved, I think.
This time I can't say I had the box out the night before. I did have it out to take a sleeve of crackers with my stash of food I took to the library. How the keys got in there is beyond reason.
Had I just posted my problem on Facebook, I'm sure Julia would have read it and just answered back, "check the cracker box!".