Well maybe someday, but not yet. I can start small. Driving up my hill this morning I noticed the usual proliferation of political signage that I am so staunchly against. I started reading them. Big difference this year: the office of First Selectman is up for grabs for the first time in about 20 years. No one’s ever run against Teddy, either within his own party or from any opposition. The names I’m seeing are unfamiliar except for one, a neighbor, a young mom who’s also a customer at my shop. Everybody seems to be throwing their hat in the ring now that the position’s wide open.
Hmmm. You don’t have to go through one of those humiliating interviews where everyone sits across the table from you. You don’t have to take a typing test or try to find your own way out of a building when the doors you came through are locked against you. You don’t have to struggle for the right answer they’re waiting to hear so they can happily scribble in their notebook that you got it. And you don’t have to smile and laugh quietly and appropriately–though maybe you should learn how. Forget trying to please that one panel member whose cousin’s up for this job, or anyone else who refuses to make eye contact because they know this is just a formality. No resume. No letters of recommendation. No trying to convince them you’re still supple and fleet on your feet and they’re likely to get a decade more out of you–they’re only looking for two years at a time. No prior experience necessary but you need a firm and positive approach. I can get bossy I think. And you gotta please the majority of the town populace. I’m a liberal-thinking conservative registered Democrat. How’s that for aiming to please?
Wonder how much the job pays?