A Change

Let me share with you the differnces between working at the Pentagon and working at corporate headquarters in Mclean.

At the Pentagon, you park in a lot about 3/4 of a mile away from the main building (with your carpool partner driving half the time, since this lot is only open to you if you carpool with at least one other person), walk through acres of sterile blacktop to the entrance, go down three stories underground, swipe your card and key in an access code, sign out your hard drive from the safe, put it in your machine in your cubicle, and go to work. If you want to send an e-mail to the outside world, or peruse a web site that isn’t on SIPRNet, you must lock your hard drive up, go outside the secure area, find a free computer, log on, send it, log back out, go BACK to the secure area, remove your hard drive from the safe, turn your machine back on, and go back to work.

In Mclean, at corporate headquarters, you pull into a parking lot that’s right next to the building, get out of the car, nod hello to the geese that are nibbling on the green grassy lawn, wave your ID card in the general direction of the door, ride an elevator up to the seventh floor, and take a seat in your office with a nice view, and fire up your docking station laptop, and check the web whenever you please.

I’ve been out here all week working on a proposal.

I want to stay.

  • Rick

The difference between being a fry cook at Booger Fling or a daytime manager:

Fry cook: Crummy polyester uniform soaked with grease. Riding your bike to work in the rain. Smoking GPC ultralight 100’s because they’re half price. Go home to your 1/2 wide trailer and go to sleep on the couch.

Daytime manager: Cool, kicking polo with company logo, gold medallion and maybe a nice clip-on tie. Drive your bitchin’ Camaro to work, wavin’ at all the fine ladies. Smoke those Marlboro Reds to save up the points for your next vacation. Head back to the bachelor apartment and turn on the 8 track with the Steve Miller band playing.

Demo, ROTFLMFAO! That was darn funny.

Dem, you forgot to mention the round bed with leopard print sheets, that’s what hooked me. Oh, and when you offered me a drink of wine, that fine crystal you got at Long John Silver’s for 99 cents over the holidays simply could not do the Strawberry Hill Boone’s Farm justice. I was putty in your hands.


I’ll buy that for a dollar.

Oh yeah. Like you’d know ANYthing about 8-tracks. Let me tell ya buddy, back in my day, all we had was actual vinyl and we called it good. When 8-tracks showed up, we thought we’d died and gone to heaven!

“You mean I can listen to my albums IN THE CAR?!?”


StoryTyler
“Not everybody does it, but everybody should.”