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Thursday, August 18, 2005
Your Tax Dollars at Work
A few minutes ago, I was sitting at my computer, engrossed in a project I'm doing, when the director walked out of his office and stopped in front of my cube. It was at that point that I realized I was absent-mindedly sucking on the middle finger of my right hand, which was still smeared with ink from the printer I'd fixed earlier.
Before I could deal with this somewhat embarrassing realization, I realized that the director was sticking out his hand for me to shake.
Now it's a little disconcerting when anyone finds you sucking your own questionably hygienic finger and immediately attempts to engage in physical contact with that same finger. In this case, however, it wasn't just anyone, it was my bosses boss. I mean, granted, the director of one administrative office within the Forest Service, which is itself merely an agency within the Department of Agriculture, well...he's not exactly Henry Kissinger, but he could still buy and sell my livelihood a dozen times over. So, naturally, I was a little concerned.
Unsteadily, I stood up, and gave him a hesitant, somewhat slimy handshake. This, I thought to myself, is the man who will be your bosses boss and the highest authority this side of the Potomac River* for the next several years of your life.
And then he told me he's retiring.
*I work on the Virginia side of the Potomac river. Everyone higher up than the director is in the main building near the Washington Monument. The Forest Service runs a free shuttlebus every fifteen minutes.
Before I could deal with this somewhat embarrassing realization, I realized that the director was sticking out his hand for me to shake.
Now it's a little disconcerting when anyone finds you sucking your own questionably hygienic finger and immediately attempts to engage in physical contact with that same finger. In this case, however, it wasn't just anyone, it was my bosses boss. I mean, granted, the director of one administrative office within the Forest Service, which is itself merely an agency within the Department of Agriculture, well...he's not exactly Henry Kissinger, but he could still buy and sell my livelihood a dozen times over. So, naturally, I was a little concerned.
Unsteadily, I stood up, and gave him a hesitant, somewhat slimy handshake. This, I thought to myself, is the man who will be your bosses boss and the highest authority this side of the Potomac River* for the next several years of your life.
And then he told me he's retiring.
*I work on the Virginia side of the Potomac river. Everyone higher up than the director is in the main building near the Washington Monument. The Forest Service runs a free shuttlebus every fifteen minutes.
were you practiceing? ;)
Posted by@ 3:30 PM
If he is retiring you should get his job. If you don't I wouldn't the new boss the finger. - Little Dutch Boy
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More disconcerting is your boss calling you at your desk first thing in the morning to inquire if you are working all day. I told him yes and then after a minute or two I called him back and asked if he knew something I should know. He laughed. Not reassuring.Post a Comment
-flummoxed in TN
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