I got a call Friday evening. (Yes, I am so pathetic as to recieve a call at home on a Friday evening.) It was a political call, asking if I planned to vote on Tuesday. I said I would be, so then she asked who I planned to vote for and we found we agreed politically. Of course, her next question was about me volunteering Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday for an hour. I said to put me down for Monday morning, then she got my email address so they could follow up. She said it might be handing out flyers at a shopping center, placing calls, or a few other things.
Saturday and Sunday, I checked email looking for instructions. I even went through the junk mail box. By Monday morning, when there was no word, I figured they didn't need me.
Then PMS hit Monday afternoon.
Wonder of all wonders, I got a call Monday night, confirming me for phone bank duty Tuesday 9-12. I told him it was news to me and I explained what had happened already. I told him I could not do it on Tuesday and he came back with a plea for how much they needed volunteers, but I declined.
I wasn't doing anything Tuesday morning. I was just pissy, not wanting to be around people, not liking the change, and definitely not wanting to deal with my nemesis, the phone. So, it was best I declined, although I'd have felt very guilty if the candidate had lost. Instead, it was a landslide and they didn't need my cranky ass anyway.