For a little less than year, I administratively assisted a Republican in NYC. (Not by choice, but I needed to eat.) This man communicated solely via Post-It notes. If he were on a phone call and other calls came in, I had to approach him with a Post-It note stating the caller's name. He would give it a good squint followed by an umpire signal which translated to either, "Call back," "Take a message," or, "Who the fuck is that?" His last response making me feel like a turd.
While working for him, I also attended an event where I shook hands with Karl Rove. "Nice to meet you, Carolyn." It was awful. Mitt Romney came into the office the one day I was out sick. I wish I had seen his hair up close.
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