what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

A few days ago one of my coworkers discovered a dusty old large box of paperclips in a storage cabinet at the mother ship. It was placed there years ago by a former government worker. 

Yesterday I dug my hand into the box for no real reason. Just to hold a heaping helping of old paper clips. Just because I could. This of course, inspired me to make a chain of clips. Which in turn brought to mind a little ditty I wrote 17 years ago when I was a shit-talking legal messenger, making shit-talk observations of various government workers, specifically King County Superior Court clerks. 

Here and now, seventeen years later, I’m a shit-talking government worker observing other government workers. As I taped a chain of paperclips to a pen I smiled the smile of a completed round trip. Out & back. Full circle. Always on time. Never working late. Getting the job done.  See my pen-paperclip display below.

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Just in the 7.333 years that I’ve been a government worker I know of three guys that have retired and died a very short time later. And that’s something I don’t take lightly. Something I’m not talking shit about. One day circa 2008ish I showed that little ditty to another regular at the bar who happened to be a government worker, an IT guy at UW in fact. He took it personally and said it was insulting. His feedback stuck with me, but the ditty stayed the same.

That bike is eZee like Sunday morning.

Merce Cunningham

I heard those guys are dicks

I heard those guys are dicks

I heard those guys are dicks

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