Category: Daily Life

  • Election work

    It was with a sense of the freedom I now have as an out-of-work student that I signed up to work for the Australian Electoral Commission (AEC) on the Federal election held a couple of weeks ago. After submitting an application from the AEC web site I received a phone call within a couple of days and was offered work at a pre-polling station in the fortnight leading to election day. I opted instead to work on election day only (May 21) since I didn’t want to divert time away from my studies. I was one of 100,000 temporary workers, in what is Australia’s biggest peace-time operation. Overall I felt it was a really good experience, one that I would be willing to repeat. I felt quite engaged with our democratic process, perhaps for the first time in my life.

    AEC’s onboarding process was almost entirely based online in the AEC Employment portal. It was where we had to lodge our employment paperwork – tax file number, superannuation, bank details, and signed employment contract. The AEC portal was also where we had to complete the required training modules. These were easy to follow and each had a quiz at the end. In my role as polling assistant the training covered the tasks of ordinary vote issuing officer, ballot box guard, queue controller and (thanks to COVID-19) hygiene officer. We were also sent an election procedure handbook by mail which we were required to read and a few days before election day, I was phoned by the poll supervisor (Dana) to check if there were any issues or questions.

    The important ‘election delivery principles’ stressed in the training were

    • integrity of the result
    • efficient processes and procedures, and
    • good customer service

    Integrity of the result had priority over all other considerations – for instance, if a voter accidently dropped a personal item into the ballot box, we were not permitted to open the ballot box to retrieve it for them. They would have had to return later after the boxes had been opened for counting. It is apparent that integrity of the result has a heavy influence on the rather old-fashioned, manual process of counting ballot papers. One of the instructions for counting included ‘banding’ of ballot papers into groups of 50 with a rubber band – it took me back to my old days as a bank teller. I suppose that computer systems are not yet sufficiently trusted to deliver an indisputable election outcome.

    Election day started early – my shift started at 7am and even though I arrived early at the school hall, it was already a hive of activity and the polling booths had been set up. There were three other people like me who had not worked at an election before, and four people with election experience. I gathered that a couple of them had ordinary ‘day jobs’ at the school. Voters began arriving from 8am and as the day progressed we rotated into the various duties. I started as a queue controller, did a stint as ballot box guard and for the remainder of the time was at the ballot issuing table. This required us to locate and tick off voters from the electoral roll for our electorate (similar in size to a small telephone directory), and give instructions on how to fill out their ballot papers, which we had to initial before handing out. If someone made a mistake, we gave them new ballot papers and had to put the ‘spoilt’ papers in a sealed envelope for the ballot reconciliation at the end of the day. I was briefly pulled off the ordinary ballot table and shown the declaration voting process (for voters not registered in the local electorate), entailing a few extra steps – not part of the job I was hired for, but offered more experience for the next election.

    The work wasn’t too difficult, and I enjoyed the interaction with the other workers, we got to know each other a little through the course of the day. Finding names on the electoral roll was a little difficult physically, with my face mask and spectacles that kept fogging up. My favourite part of the work was the ballot sorting and counting after 6pm. The boxes were ceremoniously opened in front of a scrutineer and the contents tipped out onto a table. We then dived in and manually sorted according to the primary vote in the first sweep, then second preference for those candidates who received the fewest votes. We started with the House of Representatives ballots, then the Senate papers. It was a long day – we finished up a little before 10pm, which was early according to Dana.

    An unexpected benefit of the experience, I learned firsthand the logic behind the so called two-party preferred system we have in Australia. Each ballot must number the different candidates in order of preference, otherwise it is not counted. A lot of people dislike this system because they believe the election outcome should be based on the primary vote (number one candidate only) and they complain that the system favours the two major parties. However it only does this to the extent that the major parties are supported in their electorate. If the (hypothetical) Lunatic Fringe Party received 30% as the highest proportion of primary votes in an electorate, this would not be a desirable outcome to a remaining 70% who marked the party at the bottom of their preferences. The preference system is about electing the least objectionable candidate to the majority of voters in an electorate.

    Photo by Glen Carrie on Unsplash

  • Baby relics

    A couple of weeks ago my good friend and ex-housemate Shirley was sorting through a box in her shed and found my old christening mug tucked in with her things. We last shared a house around 28 years ago! Neither of us had any idea she had it 🙂 It’s looking very shiny now after hubby attacked it with a polishing cloth.

    Then tonight, Mum messaged me to let me know she’d found the gold bracelet I’d worn as a baby, it had disappeared years ago, when I was still a toddler!

    Baby girl with the gangsta hand sign
    Half a century later..
  • Not quite out of the loop

    I should be working on an assignment but I’m taking a moment to reflect on some recent contacts from people I’ve worked with. Even though I’m out of the workforce right now, I am still getting offers of work and requests for assistance in various matters. A few weeks ago I provided advice on setting up a new charity. Over the weekend I gave my thoughts on a salary packaging situation. I was offered casual work from the hospice to help with their fundraising, which I turned down. Another time I would possibly have been very interested. Today another old colleague asked me if I’d be interested in helping her with some financial ‘bits and pieces’ for her company. I’m planning on meeting with her next month to see what she needs.

    All of this is kind of amazing to me since I put no effort into networking with folks yet still manage to draw these queries. I’m actually pretty chuffed that they think to ask me for help, quite frankly.

    Photo by Paul Skorupskas on Unsplash

  • Autumn garden

    Both off work, we’ve been spending a lot more time in the garden with our dogs and a few other creatures. After a huge amount of rain this season the garden is bursting with life. The dogs are both elderly little ladies now, but still our special fur-babies. They had a short visit from Toby, a blue cattle dog from down the road who decided to explore the neighbourhood when his people had been called away unexpectedly.

    https://youtu.be/iNrjJwyNK5w
  • CPR renewal

    So last month I went along to renew my first aider skills in cardio-pulmonary resuscitation (CPR). I think the first aid certificate is every three years, and CPR is every 12 months. I was pleased to see the same trainer as last time and he seemed to remember me (or at least recognised that I had attended his class previously).

    It was a smaller class than last year, but we were all there only for the CPR, not the full first aid course. About 7 or 8 people in the class. As an icebreaker we each explained to the class why we were there. Everyone except me was employed in work that required them to keep their CPR certification up to date. I explained simply that I wanted to keep my skills sharp in case I was in a situation where they were needed, and chances are that it would be for someone I cared about. This last point had really been driven into me in the class last year.

    Most of the others were health workers who had done CPR classes many times before, and even administered CPR in real life, in one case. We had an initial practice run before the lesson began and not one of us got the technique absolutely right. This was an important lesson for us all and at the end of the class, the trainer told us to reflect on what went wrong in that initial run, to help reinforce the correct technique. In my case, I completely forgot about needing to tilt back the head to open the airway after checking it is clear. Even now I catch myself reflecting on this. Brilliant trainer.

  • Two job offers

    I’m not seriously looking for work right now. I’m taking time out to study and live on my own terms, after many years of giving too many waking hours to work and an employer. It’s kind of scary to be knocking back opportunities at my age and seems really counter-intuitive to be saying no, but it’s what my gut instinct is telling me at the moment (here’s a rational explanation of why we should trust our gut).

    A Federal election is looming and I decided to put in an expression of interest for temporary work with the Australian Electoral Commission. The day after I sent off my application I got a phone call offering two weeks of full-time work in the lead up to election day. If it had been part-time hours I would have had no hesitation in accepting, but I couldn’t commit to full-time work, even for such a short duration. I said no.

    Second work offer came out of the blue, from my old employer, the hospice. Although I left my job last year, I’ve continued my volunteer role there as company secretary. I’ve been recording my volunteer hours and this has been useful in keeping a lid on the amount of time and energy I divert toward the hospice. Whilst the offer of paid contract work was tempting I knew that it would not be the end and I would be increasingly drawn into hospice business again – and it would be deeply dissatisfying in an external role, where I would have very little influence or control. So I declined the offer, while reiterating my willingness to continue as a volunteer.

    As a volunteer I retain control over my own time and the tasks I am willing to do, which is a far better arrangement for me right now.