Oh Joy

Muralism / Vela Zanetti/ The Harvest

Sunday Morning and I think that i have sufficient clean clothes to put off laundry this morning.  Do need to spend some coin the next paycheck and buy a new passel of t-shirts.  Carhart store is cross town and I can usually get five years of use out of them before they give up the ghost.

Lately I have been forcefully reminded that I work in a dysfunctional federal bureaucracy.  Covid put me in a position where there was no one around and the work was there and if it was going to get done, I had to do it.  Everyone else was cowering at home.  But now that Covid has progressed through it’s natural epidemiological cycle (and no, none of the heroic measures taken during this last year had the least effect on the outcome) and folks are being drawn back to the workplace I am viewing the normal regression to finger pointing and heated attempts to get someone else to do what is needed to be done. 

“They don’t work as hard as I do” is the chorus sung constantly. When the truth of the matter is that they are working in a bureaucratic, inefficient system where the required work is made harder than it needs to be by a myriad of intermediate “sub-principalities” each making demands.  The main job as seen by folks here is denigrating the need for such and ensuring that someone else does the required work foisted on the staff by the aforementioned sub-principalities.

So what we are looking at is a return to the singularly dissatisfying and pretentious finger pointing of the pre-covid days.

Oh Joy.