State Democratic Convention

Russell came over last night and went with me to the Democratic State convention at the Salt Palace. Ross wanted me to round up some volunteers to get people to help his campaign.

When I got there, Karen Hale wanted to meet with Ross and I to talk about his Senate 7 race (Karen Hale is the current Senator). We went into the large auditorium and started discussing the race. In the middle of our meeting, Marcie Smith-West approached us and said, "Can I borrow your campaign manager for minute?" She wanted me to help pick up some brochures that a candidate had put on all the seats in the auditorium.

I couldn't believe that she would ask me to help in the middle of a meeting. I think Marcie sees me as an errand boy. She never would have asked someone who ranks higher on the "importance" scale. I was slightly offended but got over it. I told her that I could help when I finished with the meeting. While I certainly could be described as an errand boy in the past, I'm trying to move away from that charaterization.

One of the things that I like least about politics is the fakeness that occurs. People say, "hello" to people that they despise over stupid reasons. If someone supported someone else's opponent in a past race, one or both of them might not like each other. People need to grow up and realize that we're all Democrats working for the same thing. The pettiness of some people makes me sick.

After the convention, Brian and I spent the day running around the valley and looking for a stainless steel stove. We finally found one that we really liked and Brian got the salesman to give us free shipping. I can't wait until we get it!