Wednesday, April 27, 2011

sometimes you get a case of the mondays on a wednesday

One of the truly great things about being an Esteemed Member of the Peonage is the ability to do one's work quietly and not deal with the Powers That Be. I prefer the invisibility of civil service to having to speak in front of others who are higher up than me and to feel put on the spot in not entirely a bad way but put on the spot nonetheless sucks fantastically.

So much of what I do depends on what the higher ups ask to be done and if they don't give me anything than that's just the way it is. People have way too much time on their hands to analyze minutiae and I sit there just wanting to melt away knowing that I am neither in trouble or at fault but I just want out of this room, I want to go home, I want to be far, far away.


Randal Graves said...

Oh, shush!

Word verification: roodiess. O, Serendipity, thou riseth thine heade once mower. (roodiness might have been better)

Sounds like someone needs some busy work.

Anonymous said...

having to kill time on the man's clock is its own kind of drip drip torture but built deep into the structure of civil service.
speaking of which Pale King is a lesson in the dangers of being merely clever so far but ch22 is worth reading if you say work at a library and have it handy.