I came across this article on Yahoo, and took a trip down memory lane to the stint I did with the census back in ’99.  The article emphasizes the sometimes unwelcome reception that one gets as a door-to-door census worker, and I can vouch for that.

As a young woman and an outsider in a rural area, I remember being in code red a lot of the time, and being downright afraid a handful of times.  I confess that sometimes, now, I wonder why I kept the job. It seems a bit foolhardy. Then I remember how tight the money was, and it all makes sense again.

Mostly it was just a rather odd series of experiences, with the occasional pleasant surprise–and, on a positive note, I’ve always felt it made for some truly outstanding story material!

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