Another day, without the dollar.

No longer a g-man

I cleaned up my last addresses yesterday. Since there is no more work for me from the local census office, I was released. Surprisingly, I was the first to finish. I should have milked it more, but what can I say? Wen you're done, you're done. I had to turn in my ID badge, a boatload of paper forms, and sadly, the cool census enumerator's bag. I was hoping to keep the bag, but it is not allowed. I did get to keep the four government issue number 2 pencils, the surviving blue ballpoint pen (one messily self-destructed), a pencil sharpener, some pencil erasers and some paper clips. All useful stuff, even if the pen is a bit suspect.  I also have the D-547 2010 Census Nonresponse Followup (NRFU) Enumerator Manual and the D-590 Census Employee Handbook for Enumerators, Recruiting Assistants and Crew Leader Assistants - 2010 Census. The books never were good reading, and now that the census is over for me, they're not much good for anything except origami.

It's good to be done, because I have definitely worn out my welcome on the street that I was working on. People get cranky with you if you keep showing up, asking the same questions. Of course, that gives them motivation to be a proxy for you, and give you information about their neighbors and landlords so you can complete the census questionnaires of people who did not fill out a census form, moved in or out on census day, etc. They give you the information so that they can see the back of you. They want you to go away and never come back. Now I never will, unless they want to get together, grill some burgers and drink a few beers.

It would be nice to work s new street, but there's none left to enumerate. So it's back to unemployment for me. The job search continues.