With a few exceptions, early and mid-19th Century Presidents didn’t accomplish much. The US wasn’t a world power, there was a general reluctance to meddle in economic affairs, and slavery was dealt with by, well, ignoring it in hopes it would go away.
So what did the Chief Executive do all day?
Presidential Schedule
8:00 a.m. President awakes with Presidential morning breath
8:30 a.m. President gets out of bed, bathes, and dresses.
9:15 a.m. Presidential breakfast and newspaper reading. The comics are lame, but horoscope says “You will come into money today.” So far, so good. Presidential poop is particularly satisfying.
10:00 a.m. To Oval Office. Spends a few minutes twirling around in big chair.
10:15 a.m. Cabinet meeting. Nothing going on so meeting quickly devolves into another dirty joke marathon. Postmaster General tells great one about one eyed hooker and pirate. Secretary of Interior laughs so hard he chokes on tobacco. Issue of slavery is broached for about 5 minutes but all agree that it is a pain in the ass and to let the matter drop.
11:15 a.m. Signs a few bills, meets with Congressional delegation. Both have whiskers and smell like moth balls. President cuts SBD fart and blames the Whig.
12:00 Noon Presidential lunch. The pudding is very, very good.
1:00 p.m. Presidential cigar, followed by nap.
2:30 p.m. Meets with Ambassador from Siam. He’s funny looking and can’t understand a damn thing he says. Hooker/pirate joke falls flat – must have lost something in translation.
3:00 p.m. Presidential carriage ride. Washington DC is a dump – reflects on moving seat of government someplace nicer. Has to stop and take Presidential leak behind tree.
4:00 p.m. Signs a few land grants and issues Proclamation on Proper Form for Presidential Proclamations. Calls emergency Cabinet meeting just to see who’ll show up. Damn Secretary of State is late, as usual. Threatens Presidential Ass Whooping if late again. Slavery issue again broached, but President tells everyone to shut up about slavery for 5 minutes, please.
5:00 p.m. Calls it a day. Has valet prepare big ass Presidential Bourbon and Water.
5:30 p.m. Prepares for State Dinner for Somebody Who He Should Remember the Name Of But Can’t For the Life of Him. Peas are served. President reminds First Lady that he dislikes peas, and, damn it, he’s President and doesn’t want to eat his peas.
10:00 p.m. Retires to residence. Gets a little something something from First Lady (despite pea comments).
10:15 p.m. President blissfully in dreamland.
Sounds like a pretty cushy job, no?