I’d gone in to get trained in-person a few weeks ago at a local Kamala Harris/Tim Walz HQ, where I was introduced to this kind of volunteering from anywhere with any time you’ve got thing that low-key fully suited my globalboho/aways on the move flow.

They use something called Slack on-site as well as remotely. It’s pretty straightforward and fast to figure out, with all the refresher bells and whistles you might need right at hand.

The video training manual built into the system is posted on YouTube and is under 10 minutes, plus the rubric is really cool and set up to easily give you all you need script-wise to answer pretty much whatever you run into.

But it’s still a different feel when you’re actually logged in from elsewhere, doing your part from wherever the fuck you actually are, with whatever time you’ve got to give.

Be warned… & yes, they warned me….but I’m warning you doubly.

This ain’t no disco
It ain’t no country club either
This is LA…

Sheryl Crow

& it’s like they can smell the shore on ya…

This aint for the punks…but then again~ You know what? Maybe it exactly IS for punks. “Too.” Because It’s going to grow some hair on yer tits, this whole calling your oft-crazy country compadres out the blue thing.

If you have a humiliation kink, you’ll be right at home lol.

If you aren’t careful, even knowing your number, location & identity are cloaked…these occasionally rowdy, Merika! Fuck Yeah motherfuckers are going to make you think you’ve been transported to fn Family Guy World and you’re Peter Griffith getting your ass handed to you by a giant chicken… at first question.

But you’re going to Taylor Swift it out and shake it off, brush off the angry clicks…and hop yer ass right back up there to ride shotgun on a hearse again…and have fun with it.

You’ll be fine.

I suggest…that if you feel called to it, block out some time for a practice run/test drive. Give yourself the time to acclimate to the system…and a small number to stick your toe in the pond, calls-wise. Have fun with it.

I asked a dude what was most important to him and he yowled “Mah Guns!” and I cracked up, appreciating him for what the fuck he was and his willingness to chat anyway. & I had a chola who -was just like “Blue, through and through!” with her husband cheering her on in the background. It…was fun on both side of the spectrum.

…click the image to go sign up. Do what you can.