Working a health fair and other random fare

I manned a table at a health fair for the YMCA yesterday. It was held at a factory not far from my home and this was my first time doing anything like this for the Y. It went okay. I actually kind of enjoyed it, if you can believe that.

Of course, as with most things, I wasn't really told anything beforehand. I got an email the day of which gave me the address of the company and which door I was to enter through. I was also given a cart full of display items. So I arrived at the business, made my way inside, and was ushered into a smallish room with a half dozen other people doing the same thing. There were also displays set up in the main room downstairs. I'm not sure how we were divided but I didn't mind being out of the main area.

I set out some literature but didn't put up the big sign they gave me because no one else had a big sign. Plus it was a pretty small table. Then I sat there and looked at my phone like everyone else. Finally a few workers started coming through, so I chit-chatted and gave away free day passes to the Y. I wasn't sure what else I was supposed to do but everyone seemed content. It went from 2-4 pm. So at 4, I packed up my things and left.

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I suppose it was a little ironic that the company was located on "American Way." I'm serious. I thought about that as I pulled out onto Bluffton Road and drove down the street to my polling place. In case you forgot, yesterday was election day. So I went inside and stood in line to do my civic duty. It took 35 minutes to punch the few buttons I did. And... as usual... none of it mattered. Not one single candidate I voted for won.

I'm actually more ashamed than upset this morning. I can't believe I let politics get me so depressed. As I wrote yesterday, I am having a hard time dealing with feeling so wrong and unsure about everything. Meh... whatever.

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So, the other day I put this quote by Chesterton on the white board at work. To be honest, I don't think I even know what it means. It seemed like the right thing to write at the time. When I look at it it makes me feel better. But then I feel stupid and wish I hadn't written it because I don't know if it should or not.

Anyway, it's there, and I don't feel like writing anything else, so I guess it will stay there until someone else writes something... maybe Saturday. I wish it were Saturday now...