Fuck Spitzer. I didn’t vote for his ass…any governor who rallies against white collar crime in fucking New York City is clearly a communist.
I’ve always wanted to work for the government. To a dropout fuck-up in scummy Central Florida, it seemed like the ultimate affirmation of legitimacy and gesture of nobility.
And at this point, I’ve worked in state government, federal government, and for the past year and a half, city government.
Not that it hasn’t been magical- it has- but rather than being surrounded by driven, self-sacrificing spitfires, I’m surrounded by dowdy, listless…well, I’ll stop there.
It’s ironic, too, because this may be the one area where connections are worthless. And somehow, I’ve made connections. Also, pointless rules and bureaucracy don’t exactly sit well with me.
And the apathy is contagious. At one point last year, they had to ask me to refrain from wearing my 3XL ghetto hoodies (most notably a bright yellow one with multicolored padlocks on it…fuck, whatever happened to that hoodie? I think I might’ve left it in the Orange Bowl) in the office.
Anyway, we all know the government is corrupt. Everyone on the planet is corrupt. And props to Spitzer for actually paying for what he thought was discreet ass. I encounter countless creepy old married men with money and power who not only don’t pay the poor social climbing, gold digging Manhattan tramps they plow…they pick them up in public.
The aura of futility among workers in a government office is pervasive, and when something like this comes to light, it increases tenfold.
I wasn’t at work today. But the emails my boss was spamming my personal inbox with abruptly stopped around 2:00 pm.
Tags: bureaucracy, futility, government, spitzer, whores
