I always knew I wanted to work on Capitol Hill. Washington, DC was a magical place to me, full of the smartest people in the world working to protect the noble experiment called “democracy.” But in my life plan, I expected to end my career there, not start it. More…
The weirdest part about a day that flat decimated the Bizarre-o-Meter was that none of my colleagues or I knew what to do after we’d been given the bad news. So we did what we knew how to do: we …
I had finished a test run to my interview location a day or two before. I had memorized the family tree, the titles of each of the family members who had them and the dates of the horrible, untimely deaths …
It was a high-stress day for me. I had a bill on the floor, which meant a long day of watching both Democrats and Republicans spew pre-fabricated talking points, pontificate about policy, and occasionally hear a genuine message of concern …
It had been a rough few weeks. Actually, make that a rough few months. My boss had recently died, which–emotional issues aside (and there were emotional issues)–necessitated closing a Congressional office, attending a funeral and finding new work. In looking …