When you're 24 you're stupid if you're not a democrat.
When you're 44 you're stupid if you are.
(Yoinked and paraphrased from somewhere)
In 1996 I was asked to be the Volunteer Training Coordinator for the Republican National Convention to be held here in San Diego. It was to be a paid position, spanning the five months before the convention and two weeks afterward, involving oversight of some thousands of volunteers and a few assistants. Training programs needed to be developed and strategies put in place. Security clearances for the volunteers who would escort and attend to the VIPs. It was all quite an ambitious undertaking and I was pleased to have been asked after a lengthy, five-manager, all-day interview process (and my own background check).
Three out of the five managers who interviewed me were in the same basic boat as I would be... hired just for the convention and then, certainly, hoping to stand out, make contacts, and ultimately be retained by the administration should it have won. (The other two managers were full-time GOP staffers.)
The day after I received the offer, I was about to call them and happily accept, when I got a call from a friend in L.A.. Hughes Aircraft had an opening for a full time engineer and it was mine if I wanted it. I took about three hours, debated it, did so many "what ifs" that my head hurt... and decided to go with the "bird in the hand" (Hughes).
Of course, Clinton won that year. While the Republican Convention went off wonderfully... most, if not all, of the senior staff went back to their regular lives. I made the right decision where my livelihood was concerned. Still, sometimes I wonder (in that beautiful coulda-been-a-baseball-star kinda way)...
I'll be volunteering at the local headquarters this year, albeit in a much smaller capacity. The energy ramps up.