I went to a branch of a state university the first year so I could live at home and save money. I got a job working on the branch's maintenance crew, part time during the school year and full time in the summer. One day during the summer, we came into work and learned that we'd be spending the day moving the assistant branch director into his new house. The guy was a history prof before he got into administration, and he had boxes and boxes of books.
He fed us lunch in return for the "help". Sandwiches and beer. The beer was Iron City. Aside from lunch, the state paid me for my efforts that day.
My state job involved a Union, which I was so grateful for since I worked for an elected official. I heard stories from people who worked for state and fed legislatures. Like the state rep who came into work every morning hungover and needed a lot of quiet time in his office. But if he was left alone for too long, he'd get pissed off about being ignored and throw a tantrum. Lunch was the three-martini type, and, when he got back from those, he was worthless. This rep introduced legislation to re-introduce the death penalty after the Supreme Court ruled the electric chair cruel and unusual punishment. He had no idea what bill he was introducing for a vote when he read the speech his staff prepared for him. (The vote was taken in the afternoon.)
No thank you. Give me a mindlessly repetitive paper-pushing job, a recalcitrant public with an extremely low opinion of state workers, and a union rep when anyone with power over me looked cross-eyed at me.
Also, too, if you're white, pro-2nd Amendment, pro-birth, and willing to put up with some awful shit at a semi-decent salary, you could go places in the Republican Party and someday get to treat others like that. Circle of life, baby.
I remember the story of a congressman (can't remember which one) with the tradition, unbeknownst to him, that every new staffer got a tour of the boss's office when the boss wasn't there so they could be shown the part of the rug's design they should not cross when they were giving the boss news that might upset him. When he got upset, he had a tendency to throw the phone at the bearer of whatever made him upset, and that point was beyond where the cord would stop the phone from going any further.
I can't imagine being ambitious enough to put up with such childish shit.
I thought all three of those candadtes had meit - the last was perhaps the strongest as a vote-getter, but all were fine people. Which Lamebrain most certainly is NOT.The Colorado Turnout Project is also working on him .. this was made last July.https://youtu.be/SQzKTwVHXZA
Bertrand Russell said something on the order of, "When you have an elected government the people who run for that office are in it for the power or the money, and those are the ones you least want in that position. What is needed is to give the job to someone who doesn't WANT it." (Of course he said it much more eloquently, but I can't find the original quote any more.)
So, making them run personal errands for the boss is okay so long as it’s during their lunch break when they’re off the clock and not being compensated for their time? https://media0.giphy.com/me...
""Mrs. Lamborn had a role in the office that exceeded what is permissible for spouses.""
This is nothing compared to Ms. Pompeo and her influence and control at the CIA when her husband was there, or the 3 unappointed, unelected idiots who ran the VA from that trump's club. But, nothing will happen to Pompeo or the 3 idiots.
My odious stepmonster once did that. She got on the extension phone when I was talking to my (feckless, useless) father, and complained that I had failed to send her a sympathy card upon the death of her 96 year old father, a man I had never met. The audience was my (spineless, narcissistic) father, who needed to hear what a bad person I was.
I was disposed to comply. I said I would be happy to send her a patently insincere card, and asked her to clarify if she had liked her father or not, so I'd know just how hypocritical to be. She hung up. My father went back to talking about whatever he had been saying. Fun times.
I went to a branch of a state university the first year so I could live at home and save money. I got a job working on the branch's maintenance crew, part time during the school year and full time in the summer. One day during the summer, we came into work and learned that we'd be spending the day moving the assistant branch director into his new house. The guy was a history prof before he got into administration, and he had boxes and boxes of books.
He fed us lunch in return for the "help". Sandwiches and beer. The beer was Iron City. Aside from lunch, the state paid me for my efforts that day.
My state job involved a Union, which I was so grateful for since I worked for an elected official. I heard stories from people who worked for state and fed legislatures. Like the state rep who came into work every morning hungover and needed a lot of quiet time in his office. But if he was left alone for too long, he'd get pissed off about being ignored and throw a tantrum. Lunch was the three-martini type, and, when he got back from those, he was worthless. This rep introduced legislation to re-introduce the death penalty after the Supreme Court ruled the electric chair cruel and unusual punishment. He had no idea what bill he was introducing for a vote when he read the speech his staff prepared for him. (The vote was taken in the afternoon.)
No thank you. Give me a mindlessly repetitive paper-pushing job, a recalcitrant public with an extremely low opinion of state workers, and a union rep when anyone with power over me looked cross-eyed at me.
Also, too, if you're white, pro-2nd Amendment, pro-birth, and willing to put up with some awful shit at a semi-decent salary, you could go places in the Republican Party and someday get to treat others like that. Circle of life, baby.
Has he even seen snow before?
I remember the story of a congressman (can't remember which one) with the tradition, unbeknownst to him, that every new staffer got a tour of the boss's office when the boss wasn't there so they could be shown the part of the rug's design they should not cross when they were giving the boss news that might upset him. When he got upset, he had a tendency to throw the phone at the bearer of whatever made him upset, and that point was beyond where the cord would stop the phone from going any further.
I can't imagine being ambitious enough to put up with such childish shit.
The other half is he wants veto power over any country neighboring Russia joining NATO.
I like beer and food so 'both sides'.
I thought all three of those candadtes had meit - the last was perhaps the strongest as a vote-getter, but all were fine people. Which Lamebrain most certainly is NOT.The Colorado Turnout Project is also working on him .. this was made last July.https://youtu.be/SQzKTwVHXZA
Bertrand Russell said something on the order of, "When you have an elected government the people who run for that office are in it for the power or the money, and those are the ones you least want in that position. What is needed is to give the job to someone who doesn't WANT it." (Of course he said it much more eloquently, but I can't find the original quote any more.)
So, making them run personal errands for the boss is okay so long as it’s during their lunch break when they’re off the clock and not being compensated for their time? https://media0.giphy.com/me...
Eww.
IOKIYAR or somesuch
""Mrs. Lamborn had a role in the office that exceeded what is permissible for spouses.""
This is nothing compared to Ms. Pompeo and her influence and control at the CIA when her husband was there, or the 3 unappointed, unelected idiots who ran the VA from that trump's club. But, nothing will happen to Pompeo or the 3 idiots.
Da fuq?
My odious stepmonster once did that. She got on the extension phone when I was talking to my (feckless, useless) father, and complained that I had failed to send her a sympathy card upon the death of her 96 year old father, a man I had never met. The audience was my (spineless, narcissistic) father, who needed to hear what a bad person I was.
I was disposed to comply. I said I would be happy to send her a patently insincere card, and asked her to clarify if she had liked her father or not, so I'd know just how hypocritical to be. She hung up. My father went back to talking about whatever he had been saying. Fun times.
He grew up on a multi-acre estate in the exurbs of Detroit, about as far as one can get from 8 Mile Road and still be in Macomb County.