My Job

The astute reader can probably deduce what kind of day I’m having at work by noting the time I take my lunch (posts are generally right at the end of it). I shoot for noon, but today a classic mess took me nearly until one-thirty. I heard on NPR the other day that employers can use blogs, web sites, and other digital forms of communication to support decisions to terminate. So, I’ll not go in to all the gory details of what I do for a living, but suffice it to say that critics of government bureaucracies aren’t just blowing smoke. In the instance of what I do—attempting to collect child support—it is difficult enough in and of itself, but it becomes virtually impossible when it gets entangled in local politics. Hierarchies of power are interesting things, especially when it comes to attempting to change something that isn’t working. It must be hard for folks at the top to admit that they may be the reason. It must be easier for folks at the top to change what is below them instead of themselves. From my view in the trenches, I can’t even see the folks at the top. But I should return to work now, confident that those who have mindlessly led us into this mess will work hard to keep us in it.