I also needed a staff; where I would find one was less obvious. The scheduling and advance world was made up almost entirely of people who had cut their teeth with the Clintons in the ’90s. The Hillary team had already started recruiting, and the message was clear: Do anything for Obama, and you are dead to us. I was screwed. My message was, “Dear God, please help me. I trust you enough to do Clinton events, too, please just help me, please, please, please.”
