#Chapter 158: First Day

Early the next morning, I drive to my new job at the Hamilton campaign headquarters. One step inside the door, I stop, my eyes nearly bugging out at the sight before me. The majority of the space is open, with round tables dotted here and there. A few offices are connected around the room, and a bathroom in the back. There seems to be a kitchen in the far corner. It’s hard to tell because the place is in utter chaos. There’s paperwork everywhere, even on the ground. Campaign signs are stacked up on one of the tables, so many high, that some have toppled down and people are just walking on them, rather than picking them up. There’s day-old coffee mugs littered about. Even from here, I can see the dishes in the sink in the kitchen are overflowing. As are the trashcans in two places in the room. The people in their offices seem to be hard at work, typing at their computers, from what I can see. But the others, the volunteers, are just standing around the center space, chatting and