This evening, I turned in my U.S. Department of Commerce, Census Bureau, bag, along with my identification badge. I'll miss the thing, which accompanied me on my rambles through southeastern Yonkers and West-Central Mount Vernon. Although it was just a hair too small to fit the binders that contained our cases (DOH!), it was an attractive, well made little messenger's bag:
Yes, it's the end of a brief, interesting era in my life,
but I know it's over. Should I be suffused with melancholy? After all, it was a nice bag.
Note: Grr... I just edited the post- I originally muffed a link to a video by the Smee-iths which reflected the comedic "melancholy" I claimed to have felt upon turning in my bag.
7 comments:
At least no wingnut pulled his scattergun on you.
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That just sucks. Why can't you keep the bag? Are they returned to storage until 2020?
Is it the U.S. Census Bureau thing on it? They think you'll be running scams w/ it?
Gummint, phooey.
Completely OT, but news that will come as no surprise to Gene Wolfe readers.
no melancholy.
just come visit this picture whenever you want to remember...
At least no wingnut pulled his scattergun on you.
Unless they're using silver shot, that'd be a big mistake.
That just sucks. Why can't you keep the bag? Are they returned to storage until 2020?
Is it the U.S. Census Bureau thing on it? They think you'll be running scams w/ it?
I think that's one legitimate reason- they really don't want anyone misrepresenting themselves as an employee after the contract expires.
Completely OT, but news that will come as no surprise to Gene Wolfe readers.
Now, that's really going green!
just come visit this picture whenever you want to remember...
Buh-but you can't put a memory around your shoulder.
Unless they're using silver shot, that'd be a big mistake.
I always imagined lycanthropes to be hairier.
I'm a weremolerat.
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