
I can’t really say what initially caused me to want to be a precinct leader for Ron Paul. I had no idea what it was, and I certainly had no idea what I was getting myself into. The major lesson I learned from this experience is that cold calling people-particularly about politics-is the worst job in the entire world. I doubt I would have gotten a worse reaction if I was trying to telemarket root canals.
So basically what we have right here is a “script” that we were supposed to use:
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This is a non-advocacy script, meaning you don’t identify yourself as a Ron Paul supporter. The whole goal of this sort of thing is just to identify supporters of the various candidates. The main responses I was interested in were whether someone was already a Ron Paul supporter, what issues were important to them, or whether they were undecided. This is known as the “identification” stage.
Here are the call sheets I used:
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I was extraordinarily nervous about cold-calling people. I finally managed to get over my fear, and called the first person right from the comfort of my own apartment. He answered-all good so far. So I asked him if he wanted to answer a quick survey about the upcoming election. He told me he’s at work and can’t answer questions right now.
I have no idea why this was so discouraging, but I literally did not call another person for another 3 days. Just one call, and I was already sick of it. I hate talking to strangers. Even worse, I hate feeling like I’m annoying people. That’s what this was. Was anyone going to answer? Was I just going to be annoying everyone? Eventually, once again I worked over my fear (after several days) and managed to call the second person.
No answer. Third person. Bad number. Fourth person. Bad number. I quickly learned another lesson: I’m working with Republican National Committee documents. In Chicago. The most Democratic area of a state that went heavily Democratic in 2004. Republicans probably haven’t been here in YEARS. Ron Paul is technically a Republican, and therefore relies on their documents.
All of my fear evaporated. Calling numbers and hearing that sweet sound “the number you have dialed is no longer in service” over and over and over again just made me happy. It was just comical. Why on earth was I so scared? This is easy! Every once in a while I would get a hold of someone and ask them if they wanted to take a survey. They usually declined or told me they were voting for a Democrat. Dozens and dozens of calls, no answers, bad numbers, hang-ups, and Democrats. I had recently seen a poll that showed Ron Paul at 5% in Illinois. I had to get at least 5 out of 100 right?
Eventually though, my fear was replaced with sheer frustration. No one even wanted to answer the damn survey. I tried the non-advocacy angle. I tried flat-out identifying myself as a Ron Paul supporter, since I thought the non-advocacy stuff was dishonest. Either way nothing much happened. One woman I called pretty much summed it up: When I told her I was working for Congressman Paul, she said “Oh I’m not voting for him. He’s kind of a quack.” I said I wasn’t trying to convince her, just trying to identify his supporters and she said “Well, you can’t count on me,” and then hung up.
Well, I had made 99 calls, and my 100th call appeared to be yet another “no answer.” I hung up and was in the process of calling someone else when I got a call back from the number I just hung up on. I wasn’t too enthusiastic. This was actually the first time anyone who I called had called back, and I told him that I was a precinct leader fro Ron Paul and I was just calling to try to identify his supporters. “Oh yeah,” he said, “I’m a big supporter of Dr. Paul. I think he’s got a lot of great ideas.”
CELEBRATION!!!! I told him thank God, you’re the first guy I found who actually likes the guy-on exactly my 100th call. He said Paul was doing pretty good in the Rogers Park neighborhood. I asked him if he needed any materials, he said he already had some. We said goodbye. I called my mom, I was so excited.
I called a few more people, got about the same stuff I was getting before, but I was too hyped up to keep going. Nothing gave me heart more than finding that guy. You can see my excitement in the note next to his name. That had made my whole day worth it.
It would turn out to be the high point of my efforts at precinct leading.
TO BE CONTINUED…Part 2