Better Things To Do

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Posts around here have been sparse in recent months. To my dear and devoted readers, tough shit. I’m not your blog monkey. A wiser man once said, “I do this to entertain me, not you.” That’s so true, I wish I came up with it first.

There have been plenty of things to vent my spleen about here lately, but I just can’t squeeze out the five hundred or so well-crafted words about current events, celebrity deaths and embarrassing tales of my youth like I used to. Unlike during the Golden Age of Blogging, I have a goddamn job now. Not a job like when I owned the company and could sit in my office and fuck off online while my inexhaustible supply of cheap Guatemalan minions toiled to make downtown loft living a reality for struggling twenty-somethings making six figures a year. No, this is a real job with timecards and accountability and expectations of work being done. Something that many of you find foreign and vaguely threatening.

So unlike the aforementioned many of you, I don’t get to bitch about every little thing in my life on the company dime.

Or the government’s dime for that matter. While we are on this topic, indulge me for a second. State workers are pissing and moaning about cuts in payroll and a couple thousand have been offered some kind of buy-out deal from the Employment For Life program that they feel entitled to. Now I have some friends who are state employees and of course they aren’t included in the kind of folks we are about to discuss and are selfless public servants who do a fine job each and every day. However, in the course of my professional life I have had many opportunities to interact with several different departments of state government. From my field observations, a more worthless brand of human life you won’t find outside of a crack house or a Star Trek convention than in any random State of Tennessee cubicle farm.

Imagine a floor of an office building devoted to say, the Department of Environmental Conservation. Each and every time I go in there, the staff is lethargic to the point of narcolepsy and visibly annoyed that they are roused from their stupor to take your stupid form that you are required to fill out by law and turn in to them. Though they proudly show you the thousands of dollars of Darth Maul merchandise adorning their desk. In fact, as you look around, you notice that each cubicle is decorated in a manner where it is obvious that it took hours. These are not people who are planning on going anyfuckingwhere. Ever.

Here’s how Dollar Phil Bredesen needs to chop the deadwood out of the budget. Hold a Cubicle Decoration Contest. First five hundred entrants get a prize. A pink slip. That will send a message to the rest of these mouth breathers to do something other than suck off the taxpayer’s teat.

But, I digress.

The point of all this is, I don’t have the time to update here on anything even minimally approaching a regular basis. Posts here will be legal, safe and rare. Or is that abortions? I can never keep those two straight.

Don’t get me wrong. There are plenty of posts waiting to be written about the floods in the Midwest, Amy Winehouse, Don Imus and the upcoming political season. I just don’t know when I’m going to get around to it.

I have better things to do.

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10 Responses to “Better Things To Do”

  1. Mack Says:

    Thats one of the happiest faces I’ve ever seen. Clearly, hes looking at his mother.

  2. W Says:

    Ouch man. I was going to give you a good old fashioned obscene hand gesture from all state employees until you started talking about Environment and Conservation.

  3. Deadwood : Post Politics: Political News and Views in Tennessee Says:

    […] Sarcastro offers our Honorable Phil Governor a bit of advice on how to decide which state employees get his budget-cutting buyout: Imagine a floor of an office building devoted to say, the Department of Environmental Conservation. Each and every time I go in there, the staff is lethargic to the point of narcolepsy and visibly annoyed that they are roused from their stupor to take your stupid form that you are required to fill out by law and turn in to them. Though they proudly show you the thousands of dollars of Darth Maul merchandise adorning their desk. In fact, as you look around, you notice that each cubicle is decorated in a manner where it is obvious that it took hours. These are not people who are planning on going anywhere. Ever. […]

  4. Les Jones Says:

    Bonus points for not promising to quit blogging.

  5. Mrs. Sarcastro Says:

    And you do those “better things” very well! You are a wonderful Daddy to our 3 sons!

  6. Holiday Grinch Says:

    1.Blogging is a waste of time for some very talented people who should get off their ass and write something which can sell. You are one of those people.
    2. Meanwhile, I am entertained as much as you.
    3. “Mouth breathers.” You beat me to it.
    4. That is a sweet, beautiful boy with excellent taste in bibs.

  7. GingerSnaps Says:

    How did you make such an adorable boy? 😉

  8. Lynnster Says:

    Whoa! How did that kid get so big so quick! He still looked like a little baby not THAT long ago. Adorable pic. I used to think he looked a lot like you but he sure is favoring his mommy now!

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  10. john h Says:

    Just to make it perfectly clear…my cubicle looks like shit. I’m posting this on a Sunday here at work..yes, it is on the taxpayer’s computer, but there are priorities.

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