Being a civil servant means....

…never having to ask for a raise.

I just got another increase and I haven’t even been here a year! WAHOOOO!!!

Ok, who needs to borrow money? :wink:


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

*Being a civil servant means… *

Saying “Thank You” and “Please”. :smiley:


What would Brian Boitano do / If he was here right now /
He’d make a plan and he’d follow through / That’s what Brian Boitano would do.

. . . working with a bunch of former military guys who think I’m a recruit.

Esscuse me? Am I wearing fatigues? Don’t make me pull out my Sarge-Be-Gone.

… never having to worry about being fired.

… never having to worry about being fired.

People, if I have just made a double post, I am sorry. I think this damn machine is possed by the devil or something.

Something’s coming out of the keyboard. It’s bilious green and it’s got me!!!

Aaaaauuuuugh!!!

<Belch>

Dude, step away from the mescal!

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

…getting to surf the net at work.
…working with boring co-workers.

Six weeks a vacation each year with holidays and sick time on top! Screw you, private sector drones! Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Little Nemo “Your tax dollars at work since 1982”

…means NEVER getting a raise. Means the equipment is old & cruddy. Means the building is falling apart.Means we’re understaffed.

Means… all the locals accusing the government of being "wasteful & reckless " with tax money.

Means… no taxes to pay for anything. So we don’t get anything. No building repairs, or new equipment, or full staffing, nor raises either.

And, oh yeah; government services fall from the sky , & nobody has to pay for them.

:frowning: :mad: :rolleyes:


With magic, you can turn a frog into a prince. With science, you can turn a frog into a Ph.D, and you still have the frog you started with.

…means having two paid days off in Feb: Presidents Day and, uh…the other Presidents Day.

My mother has worked for the state for 30 years and has so much time off accumulated, that I’ll try to call her at home before I try her at work.


“Don’t look at me–I’m irrelevant.”

Are there parallel universes going on here? I work in the public sector and the raises are automatic but tiny. (“You maintained respiration and body temp this year; have a 10 cent/hr. raise.”)

Understaffed, lousy equipment, nonexistent maintanance and (drum roll!) clueless putzes that intone, “I pay your salary!” while demanding miracles. It’s soooo tempting to say, “yeah, pal, well you get what you pay for and you sure aren’t paying me much.”

Sorry, but this catches me at a bad time. I’m doing the budget battle and trying to get my staff a decent living wage for the first time. It cheeses me off that people demand extended services and hours but don’t respect the people who have to make a living providing those services.

Okay, rant over. Just sucked the air out of the room, huh? Just toss me some St. John’s Wort of whatever that stuff is.

Cranky, stressed public servant,
Veb