When a deficit seems normal
And in other unrelated news, some guy didn’t get saved on American Idol. Tune in next week for more stress. But that’s not what brings us together, now is it? This is Budget Day. Wherein the guy with the new shoes (albeit with ugly logos painted on the heels) promises to spend all the money we give him, and more. That’s the definition of a deficit.
OK, I can go with a deficit, if the related spending was for the common good. After a cursory examination of the 400 page document, not sure. I didn’t really read that tome of “to be” broken promises. Don’t think anyone else did, either. In what universe do we accept, year after year, to watch our government waste billions? Yes, this one. And I don’t think we can even hope for a vote of non-confidence. Fixed election dates serve those in power.
When the end of the workday draws near, and there’s nothing else to do but go home… I should turn out the lights and lock the door. That way, people won’t wander in, lean over the cubicle wall (now that’s tall!) and mention that the printing from their (unsupported) Mac isn’t going well. And that the deadline is doubly important because the usual secretary has been doubly booked. I’m too good for my own good.
Yes, I transferred the data from the Mac to a real computer, and then I printed the sixty signs needed for a board-wide student activity starting tomorrow morning. And when I cleared my desk just in time to catch my bus, I did feel better.
