Monday, August 22, 2005
'Hello, this is Representative X's office, can I help you?' (said I). As I say this, I have just clicked the SEND icon with my resume and cover letter to a company on the North Shore in my ongoing quest to find a job within a 0.5-mile radius of my house (or better yet a job I can do out of my house).. 'Anna Bloviations! It's ME!!!! How's everything going?' comes a static voice. It is the Representative calling long distance from the country of fires and drought where he has spent nearly two months unbeknownst to the taxpayers who have surely not elected him to take such extended vacations (even more extended than mine). 'Oh it's you Representative. How are you?'
I tell him that Tom and I have been holding down the fort. Making sure he looks good while he is away. We've put out a few press releases with some good quotes (well what did I say?' he asks). Sent out some sympathy cards to folks who have passed away (Who died? he asks). Signed him on to some good legislation (like what?). Helped some constituents so thankful for our services that they will be donating to the Rep's golf tournament (oh EXCELLENT he says). And I mention that we have been doing a good job babysitting the interns... One in particular I feel I need to escort whenever she goes anywhere in the building.' He wants to know more about how we've made him look good and then finally asks, 'Where's Tom?' 'Oh he's out today,' I say. My poor, poor colleague. The one day of not many that I'm in the office should be the day the boss would call... I am about to tell the Rep all that Tom has been doing while he has been away but the line goes dead. I head out to lunch. I wish that I had suggested to him that he just stay in the land of fires and drought. Tom and I are perfectly capable of running the office by ourselves. But we would want dibs on the Rep's paycheck. This on top of my recent $2000 non-merit-based raise would finally put me in the realm of self-sustainability as opposed to highly-subsidized woman....
I tell him that Tom and I have been holding down the fort. Making sure he looks good while he is away. We've put out a few press releases with some good quotes (well what did I say?' he asks). Sent out some sympathy cards to folks who have passed away (Who died? he asks). Signed him on to some good legislation (like what?). Helped some constituents so thankful for our services that they will be donating to the Rep's golf tournament (oh EXCELLENT he says). And I mention that we have been doing a good job babysitting the interns... One in particular I feel I need to escort whenever she goes anywhere in the building.' He wants to know more about how we've made him look good and then finally asks, 'Where's Tom?' 'Oh he's out today,' I say. My poor, poor colleague. The one day of not many that I'm in the office should be the day the boss would call... I am about to tell the Rep all that Tom has been doing while he has been away but the line goes dead. I head out to lunch. I wish that I had suggested to him that he just stay in the land of fires and drought. Tom and I are perfectly capable of running the office by ourselves. But we would want dibs on the Rep's paycheck. This on top of my recent $2000 non-merit-based raise would finally put me in the realm of self-sustainability as opposed to highly-subsidized woman....
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