Tuesday, January 18

After a restful 4-day weekend it was back to the grind once again.  Today's session began at 10:00 am and we had to be there at 8:00.  As a result, for two hours, there wasn't very much to do.  However, after the two-minute session it was very busy - there were lots of lobbyists who wanted to talk to Reps.  At some point today a couple pages cleaned out an old filing cabinet in the page's corner.  Several small treasures were found - crayons/colored pencils, a Zen garden, an original texting ban bill from last session, and most of all, several letters from last year's pages.

One letter was addressed to (last year's) Senate pages saying that so-and-so was not authorized to sign a surrender document (and any such document was null and void) on behalf  of the House pages.  Something terrible must have gone down.  Another letter was written by a couple pages on a slow day.  I still don't know if Maynard has a letter or not (see last post) - it would be like him (in a good way) to make up the whole thing to drive us nuts.

I did something today that I'm not proud of - I was carrying a box out to a Rep's car and very-nearly locked the key in it.  I looked it up and she is from a far corner of the state and the car didn't look like it would have OnStar, so I'm really glad I didn't have to come back and tell her...

In both of the page's corners, behind the length of the benches, are massive heat vents which blast a non-stop inferno of hot air into the room (as if there isn't already enough).  What a terrible place to have a heat vent: right behind the hardest-working, most active people in the room.  Anyway,  in between the bottom of the windows and the window sills are small flaps that open to the outside.  To keep from drenching our dashing uniforms in sweat, we have been opening these vents.  Today Maynard came over and told us that in order to please the Reps, the vents should be closed (his exact words were "I'd rather argue with you than a representative").  Following my talent of forming creative solutions, I was inspired to move across the corner to a chair which is not nearly as comfortable, but at least is not in front of a blazing inferno.  Best of all, I can be both comfortable and dashing at the same time.