Senator Phil E. Buster goes over his agenda for the next 24 hours.
4:15 AM Pre-breakfast with Robby Lobby from the Firearms, Alcohol, Nuclear, Sugar, Tobacco, Oil, Coal and War Coalition
4:30 AM Breakfast meeting with Families Against Gun Violence to receive award
5:00 AM Morning Joe appearance (video call) (remember to take off the make-up this time)
5:45 AM Hometown Small Business Association to discuss SBA initiatives
6:00 AM Staff meeting
6:10 AM Review mail, sign letters, add personal notes
6:20 AM Personal Secretary review
7:00 AM Greet visitors and shake hands in the lobby
7:15 AM Go over legislative briefing
8:00 AM Give Ethics 101 Lecture at Georgetown
9:30 AM Veteran's Affairs Committee Hearings: War Veterans with PTSD appearances
11:00 AM Photos with volcano victims
11:20 AM Lunch (get that bean soup thing over with)
11:30 AM No Lunch Conference call
12:00 PM Senate Session Opens - Chamber
4:30 PM Fundraiser Reception at Capital Club Club Grill Room
5:30 PM C-SPAN Q&A Interview
6:30 PM Senate floor debates and votes
9:00 PM Fundraiser
10:00 PM Reception appearance at Chinese Embassy
1:00 AM Flight home
4:00 AM Local news appearance
6:00 AM Constituent meetings
Heart racing, Senator Buster jumps up from the cot behind his desk in his Senate office. He stashes it in his closet (double checking for any skeletons who might have appeared) and straightens his tie, brushes his teeth and splashes water on his face. His hair needs nothing.
At noon, he settles in to his desk on the Senate floor. He thanks heaven for the sparse attendance. Ever since he was assigned the Candy Desk, he'd renewed his vow to win the next election and move to a better seat. It was hard enough calming his nerves before addressing the room, but all the folks who walked by seemed to be making a point of plucking the bite-sized candy bars from his desk. He knew they were trying to rattle him. He also remembered what he learned in the orientation. Any time he could get face-to-face with a fellow Senator was a step toward being remembered, especially with the chairs of his "wish list" committees.
He glanced at his iPhone and saw a new message from his wife. She'd sent pictures of his family on a canoe trip last weekend. They looked healthy and happy. His wife looked peaceful. She deserved it. It had been a long campaign. He was looking forward to the flight home on Friday.
He texted her back, "I love you, shmoopy," and hoped he wasn't breaking any ethical rules.
He heard snickering. He looked up and saw a group of senators facing him. Why were they all wearing light blue suits? Then he remembered. It was Seersucker Thursday and he was wearing yesterday's wool. He checked his watch and calculated the 11-minute dash back to his office, a quick change, and, hopefully, back in time for the bell. At least he'd get some exercise.