That's why I did an "all-Syria" post; there's more Fungus coming but I had to GTFO and get that done. Now it is; and now, for my troubles, I have a marvelous story of the bureaucracy!
Today is the last business day of the month. Naturally the DMV is mobbed with people who are trying to get their plates renewed before the new month begins, because it costs more and because you don't want to get ticketed for expired plates. Because of this, the special waiting area for plate renewals had nary an empty seat, so people simply stood in line.
Then a DMV employee came out, figured out which was the last number called, and then told everyone in line behind that person to sit down. A scant three minutes later, a different DMV employee came out and started calling numbers, rapid-fire: "802! 803! 804! 805! 806! 807! 808," and so on.
...with the result that there was soon a line just about as long as had been there before anyone said anything.
Because the bureaucracy has a procedure, and that procedure must be followed. You are not permitted to get into line until your number is called, and that's that. Everyone sit down until your number is called, and then you may get into line.
Another story from my trip to the DMV: while waiting to be pre-screened, I heard a woman behind me talking with a friend of hers on her cell phone. Almost the entire conversation occurred on speakerphone. I don't know if that's more rude than people who have loud phone conversations in public places, or less, because at least this way we all could hear the entire conversation.
If we'd wanted to, that is, considering it was all about how she's not going anywhere special this weekend, because of work. Not exactly salacious or scandalous, you know.
But she did say something I found interesting: "The kids, they all party and drink, and then can't get up the next day, so I'd be called in anyway. It's easier just to schedule myself to be in."
...and had I been a bit less of a spastic nervebag, and possessed of quicker wit, I might have said--once her conversation was over--"Where do you work? I neither drink nor party, and I really need a job." But it also seems likely that she's not in a position to get rid of nonperforming employees, since her discussion was more in the tone of a grunt than a supervisor.
The curse of a slow brain. *sigh*
And it doesn't look to get any better any time soon. The problem is, when personal income and spending remain stagnant (or decline) it means the economy is heading towards the shitter. Denninger says the report means the economy has stalled, which is not a surprising conclusion considering that the numbers are perilously close to zero.
Service spending is down and since the US is primarily a service economy--well, you do the math on that one, because I'm finding it too depressing to contemplate.
Teen employment hits record lows because THERE ARE NO FUCKING JOBS.
“We have never had anything this low in our lives. This is a Great Depression for teens, and no time in history have we encountered anything like that,” said Andrew Sum, director of the Center for Labor Market Studies at Northeastern University in Boston. “That’s why it’s such an important story.”It's not just "a Great Depression for teens" you liberal asshat. It's a Great Depression, period. Just because the aristocracy has an extremely low unemployment rate doesn't mean that the entire rest of the fucking country isn't struggling with high unemployment, wage stagnation, rising food and energy costs, and a government full of shitheads who don't give a rat's ass--
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Okay, just gonna cut the mike there and move on.
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Borepatch asks if the NSA is incompetent or feral, and I fail to see how it cannot be both. I would have left that as a comment at his place rather than mentioned it here, but I can never seem to get through their anti-spam screen.
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"Today, my boyfriend told me that he would leave me if I didn't seek help for my eating disorder. The eating disorder in question? Vegetarianism. FML"
Your boyfriend is right. Trust me.