Sequester: Day 3

Well…my office is still here.

As is the desk, credenza, side table and visitor chairs. My Phillip Glass La Belle Et La Bette print is still hanging, though slightly askance. I don’t pretend to understand.

I tell the rabble outside my my day sequestration meant one of you would be taken out and shot each week; eventually morale would improve. This ain’t shit, I say. Sure we may lose a few teachers, but they were gonna get gang-raped and quit anyway: where’s the spunk of Anne Dadier these days, that’s what I want to know?

Executive management has had little to say: employees could be furloughed for up to 14 days. Think DOJ have like 3 steno-pool typists covered by a bargaining unit agreement – those worthies will get 60 days’ notice of any furlough, the rest of us will get 30 days’ notice. Notices for some areas were already sent out so that the damned lawyers may start furlough days as early as April.

These notices, by law, have to be sent by US Post: maybe they’ll save them all up and deliver them on their last scheduled Saturday delivery.

p.s. – Dennis Rodman needs a minder. Should he actually have one, his minder needs a minder. One equipped with a stun gun. You know, in order to make sure Rodman never never never never never never never opens his mouth in public again. 1

WNBTv - Good TV!

Show 1 footnote

  1. I’m just wondering if Rodman and Kim Jong Un got their freak on? It’s the only thing they might have in common – sexual edginess.

Something to say...?