My days at work are reduced to wearing a poker face. [View all]

[reflection]

I am the most productive worker here by far. You can call it patting myself on the back, I call it truth, quantified by numbers. No one got within 20% of my margin at the end of last year, and I'm 22% ahead of the pack so far this year. So I don't fear for my job, not one bit.

But I am only one of two liberals here, and the other one is closeted for the most part. I am in the heart of red state here in TN.

These mouthbreathers here screw with me mercilessly. And boy, have they been crowing lately. Every time I'm engaged by one and told how Romney has this in the bag, I just take another long draw from my coffee mug and say "Sounds like you've got it in the bag, congratulations."

I've been chewing on this shit sandwich slowly ever since the first debate. There will be no middle ground. Either I'm going to spit that sandwich at the feet of these cretins, or I'm going to have to swallow it. But until then, I'm going to stay in my bubble and not let them see me sweat.

Just donated $100 to MoveOn's efforts to put up GOTV billboards in OH. It gave me a fleeting moment of peace. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaking out inside. This race shouldn't even be a race. Maybe it isn't. I don't know how these politicians do it. I would have ulcers on my ulcers if I had to do this for a living.