August 16, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
I guess with our sudden promotion, Craig is now Assistant Delegate Coordinator. He's just one of a number of Assistant Delegate Coordinators. I don't know what they all do. Craig still answers to Ron, for what that's worth. It would be easy for me to think that Becca and Craig are hiding in a closet somewhere making out, but I know that Becca is honestly trying to do right by the campaign, especially considering the hoops that we all had to jump through.
As it turns out, I learned quite by accident that Ron and Craig pledged that they would take care of us during the convention. Which struck me as very odd. Like we were a bunch of kids or something. If the campaign was going to go in that direction, I would've thought that our parents would be contacted. But no. Instead, they made some kind of promise to someone that we would not cause trouble or be affected by trouble. Something like that.
My new job being Ron's assistant is certainly not boring. When he's working he's a bit of a bully, but his feet up everywhere and demanding that I get this person on the phone or that person. I do have a special desk where I can sit now for the next few days. It's made out of boxes. Since the boxes are scheduled to be shipped out in a few days, I may have no desk at all. Or I might be shipped out with them.
But really, I think I'm happy with the arrangement. I now have something to do and the campaign is finally using my skills again. Maybe I'll even get to meet The Senator. That sure would be a gas.
