I feel myself getting caught up in this confessional disclosure frenzy.
All my life I dreamt of obtaining a government job. To that end, at various times I was employed by the Departments of Defense, Transportation, Labor, and Treasury. I lurched through the entire GS scale with the exception of the first two, finally finding equilibrium down one to nurture my inner INTP and lessen social bloviating requirements. The journey had high points and lowpoints, although the lowpoints are my personal favorites. Want embarrassment? Hit the silent alarm as a Customs Inspector when a gentleman who later ended up being a Vice-President of South Korea (they evidently have many) triggered a hit on the NCIC computer. Boy was he surprised (along with everyone in line) when two plain-clothed and two state troopers pulled their weapons! Use your diplomatic passport next time, bucko. And how was I to know that everyone in the country was named "Kim." Other bumps included briefly being taken hostage by a deranged client with an improvised bomb on the 37th floor of the Minscoff building in Times Square. The Daily News had their own take on the incident (noted more for the traffic tie-ups than any lasting damage), "and dozens of New York's finest stood ready to douse the human fireball should he pull the trigger..." This did result in a minor kerfuffle when I evidently violated several provisions of the Federal Privacy Act--hey, I was only 24--by speaking to reporters. Hey, someone sticks a mike in your face, whaddya gonna do? This did result in an accelerated transfer to my beloved city, prompting some of the cynical oldsters to wonder if I had somehow orchestrated it. I am not that smart, but didn't dissuade the speculation.
In the late 80's I wormed my why tangentally (well, my voice did) into a lead story on the three networks. Things quieted down, rode a desk for years, did a few details to Washington to bump the grade level, briefly bounced around aerodromes in a really really cool looking plane. 9/11 occurred, along with the resulting frenzy and coincidental reorganizations. I maneuvered myself into an oversight job for a job function that I suspected would be contracted out. No doubt somehow diabolically contrived by haha. Basically for the last year I was just mailing it in, devoting my energies toward torturing non pension types on earlyretirement.org. I was offered a coveted Early Retirement, fretted, dithered, vexed, but finally jumped at age 47 with a respectable, but still shy of 50K, pension.
This all goes to show you, if you aspire to be counted among la creme de la mediocre, you too can fulfill your every dream.
All my life I dreamt of obtaining a government job. To that end, at various times I was employed by the Departments of Defense, Transportation, Labor, and Treasury. I lurched through the entire GS scale with the exception of the first two, finally finding equilibrium down one to nurture my inner INTP and lessen social bloviating requirements. The journey had high points and lowpoints, although the lowpoints are my personal favorites. Want embarrassment? Hit the silent alarm as a Customs Inspector when a gentleman who later ended up being a Vice-President of South Korea (they evidently have many) triggered a hit on the NCIC computer. Boy was he surprised (along with everyone in line) when two plain-clothed and two state troopers pulled their weapons! Use your diplomatic passport next time, bucko. And how was I to know that everyone in the country was named "Kim." Other bumps included briefly being taken hostage by a deranged client with an improvised bomb on the 37th floor of the Minscoff building in Times Square. The Daily News had their own take on the incident (noted more for the traffic tie-ups than any lasting damage), "and dozens of New York's finest stood ready to douse the human fireball should he pull the trigger..." This did result in a minor kerfuffle when I evidently violated several provisions of the Federal Privacy Act--hey, I was only 24--by speaking to reporters. Hey, someone sticks a mike in your face, whaddya gonna do? This did result in an accelerated transfer to my beloved city, prompting some of the cynical oldsters to wonder if I had somehow orchestrated it. I am not that smart, but didn't dissuade the speculation.
In the late 80's I wormed my why tangentally (well, my voice did) into a lead story on the three networks. Things quieted down, rode a desk for years, did a few details to Washington to bump the grade level, briefly bounced around aerodromes in a really really cool looking plane. 9/11 occurred, along with the resulting frenzy and coincidental reorganizations. I maneuvered myself into an oversight job for a job function that I suspected would be contracted out. No doubt somehow diabolically contrived by haha. Basically for the last year I was just mailing it in, devoting my energies toward torturing non pension types on earlyretirement.org. I was offered a coveted Early Retirement, fretted, dithered, vexed, but finally jumped at age 47 with a respectable, but still shy of 50K, pension.
This all goes to show you, if you aspire to be counted among la creme de la mediocre, you too can fulfill your every dream.
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