I highly recommend this. All day long I felt kind of awesome, imagining myself handing out Vote for Christin! buttons to the baristas at Peet's and Olga, the woman who holds the elevator door for people, and to everyone on Facebook.
See, I realized that part of the awful feeling was that I was powerless, screwed, and stuck (at work). And these ugly old feelings of not being worth, well, voting for, or looking out for, just came out of the closet space where I keep Jr. High and High School memories.
But then I discovered my invisible button. And I'm casting my vote for...myself (at work)! I highly recommend trying this out: I'll wear one of yours if you wear one of mine!