My mom came by the campaign office today.  Her first visit.  She says my desk looks like my old dorm room.

I didn’t have the heart tell her that it’s only half my desk.  It’s a small office and we have to share.  But it’s cool.  I have a system.   Got things stashed where I can always find them. Knowing where to look is the key, so I don’t have to worry about some intern or volunteer that’s just in for the day poking into something they shouldn’t. 

The Campaign ad is in.  I can't believe how good it looks.

I also can't believe they made me work out how to put it up on MySpace and YouTube.  I said surely we've got the web designers to do that.  Mr. Daniel said the web people said EVERYBODY can do this stuff.  I said "you can't" and Mr. Daniel checked his watch and said he's meeting Bruce Wayne for lunch.

He's having lunch at d'Annunzio's with Bruce Wayne.  I'm banging my head against YouTube. But  the ad really does look great, doesn't it?  Starts airing tonight on GCN.

Now they’ve got me setting up IM accounts for the campaign.   I’m like HELL-O, law school, passing the Bar, not to mention finding an apartment in this town and getting some decent suits with no money!  When do they think I ever got into IMs, texting, or any of it.  But nobody listens.  Somehow screwing up the MySpace thing made me the web geek.  They gave me a list of instant messengers, most of which I never heard of.  They said just narrow it down to a few of the big ones that “all the kids have today.”  Kids means me, 18-25.  Younger than that really doesn’t do us any good afterall.  Wait til the 12 year olds show up and Harvey’s comments start filling up with

Ma was less thrilled when she found out what the job pays, i.e. next to nothing.  I mean it’s not going to get me an apartment or anything, but it’ll cover my trains in and out of the city.  If we win – scratch that –  WHEN we win, well like I told Ma, getting in on the ground floor in the new DA’s office isn’t a bad way for an ambitious young advocate to start off his career.

Whoa there, Walter Mitty, not there yet.  The great day prosecuting evildoers will come.  To get there, I need to go after the guy at Kinko’s about these banners. 

I, Vernon Fields, have officially got the coolest job in the world.  I started interning for the Harvey Dent campaign a few weeks ago.  Mom said I shouldn’t be giving my time away.  She was probably right.  I’m right out of law school, I’ve got $160,000 in student loans to pay off.  I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to find an apartment in this city, let alone pay for it.  But for now, I’m living with her.  There’s a Brooks Brothers outlet across the bridge in Bludhaven.  And I always wanted to get involved in a political campaign.

There are plenty of volunteers, but I guess not that many who are lawyers.

Wait, Vernon, go back and read what you just typed.  Yeah, lawyers.  I really am a lawyer now.  It still feels funny saying that. 

Anyway, yesterday Richard Daniel came over as soon as I started opening folders for the new press kits.  I’ve never been clear on who he was.  I’d seen him around and guessed he was a bigshot in the campaign.  Turns out, he’s not with the campaign at all.  He’s on loan from the Wayne Foundation.  I stuck my foot in my mouth real good at that point.  Said something like, “Oh, so you’re not getting paid either?” 

He very nicely explained that yes, he is.  He’s on the Foundation payroll. They’re overseeing donations Dent’s fundraising is making to charities. Isn’t that wild?  All the fundraising any political candidate has to do just to buy airtime and print up bumperstickers.  Harvey Dent is giving away 20 cents on every dollar he raises.  You’d think it was suicide but it sounds like it’s working really well.  The Wayne Foundation has vetted the charities and is handling the actual distribution, just so there’s no charges of graft or anything.  It doesn’t get any more respectable than Wayne in Gotham City, one of those families that came over with the Dutch and planted the first tree or something like that.

Anyway, after I stuck my foot in my mouth with Mr. Daniel, we chatted for a little while.  Nothing about the campaign.  Knights chances of making it through the playoffs, that kind of thing.  Turns out, he was having dinner with Harvey himself and Gilda Lewis last night, and he mentioned me.  This afternoon when I went in, Gilda was waiting and she offered me a job.

So I’m flying.  I called Ma right away.  We’re going out tonight to celebrate.