Bread and Quarantines

I like having fun.  I bet you do, too.  In fact, fun is pretty much defined as those things that we like doing.  So that’s a tautology.  It’s a stupid, self-licking ice cream cone kind of statement.

Work can be fun.  Work is more fun when it’s interesting, and less fun when it’s boring.  Again with the self-licking.  Some work is just what it is, and when it’s time to counter-sink those holes, any fun you can put into it is between you and your drill press.  Other work is more interactive as opposed to merely performative, in that you can affect the perception of others who also touch your widget.  The Maytag Repairman was bored for fifty-seven years because no Maytags ever broke.

You know what’s really fun?  Putting the economy on a wartime footing.  I mean, who among us hasn’t read the thrilling tales of Chrysler making tanks and Rosie riveting widgets?  By God! to be a part of such a sweeping endeavor!  The skillful navigation of hazards and high stakes, the appreciation of your expert knowledge, the grateful bestowal of all spoils of success… Well, it’s no drinking from the skulls of your enemies, but it’s right up there with hearing the lamentations of their women.

One day the phone rings.  It’s not three AM; it’s the middle of the day, and people are dying.  A whispered prayer sneaks past your lips, “Please, Dear God, let it be a Maytag.”

Well, the budget proposal is nearly finished but it’s kinda moot anyway, since the budget is already approved.  All we have to do is fill in the blanks later.  We’ll know it when we see it.  Good Hustle, Everybody!  It’s been a busy month and we can all use some normalcy around here.  The spend plan will continue in development as we burn down the first tranche of — oh, sorry — as we spend down the first tranche of funds.  Meanwhile, let’s get some folks back to their families — this budget process has been a real ball-buster, but thanks to your hard work, everything is going to be fine.  We will also have an opportunity to modernize some of this equipment — tables chairs conference center media production.  Let’s put all that on the unfunded list and see what pops loose at the end of the year.

Now that was fun.


2 thoughts on “Bread and Quarantines”

  1. All pain is relative. I still remember a study back in the early 60s that measured different people in terms of pain the brain perceived. An average 1960s American rated pain from a severe paper cut as a 6 on a scale of 1-10. A aboriginal Australian in the bush rated a spear in the leg as a 3.


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