Free Enterprise Nation. Have you no shame?
You looked at excessive government spending, and what did you determine?
Teachers and police officers are being paid too much.
NOTHING ELSE??? No other huge money sinks spring out at you? No huge corporate bailouts? Come on. I KNOW Libertarians are against that. I’ve seen them on this very board!
Nope, it’s those darn teachers and cops…not that you have anything against them, oh no, you say so right after complaining that they dare to be paid oh-so-much.
Look, work is not the place for politics (especially as I know my boss reads The Drudge Report daily. And gosh darn it,* I don’t care*! I LIKE my boss. He’s a nice guy!)
So…Free Enterprise Nation…I will take your messages for him even though I disagree with you vehemently. Heck, I will hand them over with a smile even though I find you so distasteful my ear wants to crawl into my head to hide from your oozing, news-caster voice.
But I will not bother my boss for you. No matter how much you pester me. And it’s not because I hate you and what you stand for. (Which I do. You want to cut teachers salaries while at the same time railing against ‘double taxation of corporations as government repression’ )
No. It is NOT because I am a liberal and you are a conservative political action party. YOU ARE NOT BUSINESS RELATED. YOU are who I am paid to keep away from HIM.
Granted, you’ve not yet hit the annoyance level of ‘Right to Work’ (as far as I could tell it meant ‘No right not-to work: Down with unions!’). They had an older lady. Why, she was just another executive assistant, like me! My bestest friend. But would I mind taking a paper message AND then transferring her to voicemail and asking my boss again and again and again when he’d like to meet?
I now have a beeping red light on my phone. A message. Free Enterprise Nation wants me to call him back in his polished, pleasant voice.
I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to ask me if he’s read your letter, and can we set up a meeting? You’ll try to force me to pester him and then call you back with an answer, and when that doesn’t work, what does his schedule look like? And on and on and on. You’ll push. You’ll lunge at me, trying to find weakness. But I have met your kind before and I will parry the fuck right back.
Even if you’ll call so frequently that I’ll have your phone number memorized and will wince instinctively when I see it.
I pit you for making me feel dirty just from talking to you, and guilty (I should give MORE messages to my boss to make up for the fact that I disagree with you so strongly) at the same time.
P.S. And stop calling me!
P.S.2. Your name doesn’t have anything to do with what you stand for. Shame on you for making me think of the Star Trek Enterprise and the hunky Captain Picard when I think of you!