Dead Bugs as an Omen
12 hours ago, two Gibson’s deep, in front of a plate of stout-marinated London Broil, I was completely certain—indeed giddy—over finally accepting a position in Boston.
A progressive, incumbent senator was beginning her umpteenth term with a staff overhaul. Her team was still largely incomplete, save her Chief of Staff and Scheduler. But she came one step closer to that completion yesterday morning when I agreed to be her Legislative Director.
I was busting. It was perfect. Her legislative record was amazing, substantive, and incredibly irreverent to long-established cultural conventions. I would sleep soundly at night with my soul intact and uncompromised. I was busting. It was perfect…for about eight hours—until I was made privy to Senator Wilkersson’s fucking rap sheet.
Fucking fuck.
As we were leaving dinner at the Troy Pub, K got a message from her oldest friend who, coincidentally, is a Boston/Suffolk County Assistant District Attorney. “Neat,” I thought, “My first Bostonian congratulation”.
“Has Dennis done his research?” she asked. “Is he certain he wants this association?” she continued. “The senator is not well liked. The senator is a felon.”
I was floored. Yes, I’d done a check on her but only a perfunctory one. Fuck! I sent out like a million resumes. I didn’t think to check with Dog The Bounty Hunter for each dickhead legislator I rang for work. FUCK
I looked, primarily, at two things: legislative and voting records and November election margins. I’m not crazy right? That seems like a reasonable way to gauge your boss, doesn’t it? Where does he stand on things and do people like him? Next candidate.
We sped home. I had to find out for myself what the hell the senator’s story was. I have yet to determine whether what I found was good or bad. I’m still parsing all of the info out.
Chew on this though. Jesus.
A progressive, incumbent senator was beginning her umpteenth term with a staff overhaul. Her team was still largely incomplete, save her Chief of Staff and Scheduler. But she came one step closer to that completion yesterday morning when I agreed to be her Legislative Director.
I was busting. It was perfect. Her legislative record was amazing, substantive, and incredibly irreverent to long-established cultural conventions. I would sleep soundly at night with my soul intact and uncompromised. I was busting. It was perfect…for about eight hours—until I was made privy to Senator Wilkersson’s fucking rap sheet.
Fucking fuck.
As we were leaving dinner at the Troy Pub, K got a message from her oldest friend who, coincidentally, is a Boston/Suffolk County Assistant District Attorney. “Neat,” I thought, “My first Bostonian congratulation”.
“Has Dennis done his research?” she asked. “Is he certain he wants this association?” she continued. “The senator is not well liked. The senator is a felon.”
I was floored. Yes, I’d done a check on her but only a perfunctory one. Fuck! I sent out like a million resumes. I didn’t think to check with Dog The Bounty Hunter for each dickhead legislator I rang for work. FUCK
I looked, primarily, at two things: legislative and voting records and November election margins. I’m not crazy right? That seems like a reasonable way to gauge your boss, doesn’t it? Where does he stand on things and do people like him? Next candidate.
We sped home. I had to find out for myself what the hell the senator’s story was. I have yet to determine whether what I found was good or bad. I’m still parsing all of the info out.
Chew on this though. Jesus.
2 Comments:
uh...let's spin this for you: it would be an amazing opportunity to take her from the depths to the heights, but that isn't without its struggles, challenges and occasional moments of bliss. embrace it for what it's worth.
or this: you are so fucked beyond belief.
either way think about this: you are out of SC. you are the Leg for a senator. K-Star is happy. and you have a dream job. no one is an angel in politics, we've all had to hump a leg to get somewhere, but if we can get a crackhead to be president, it's all gravy.
Thanks for the input honey. I really appreciate it. The problem isn't that she's not doing well. For her constituents, and the people that she cares for, she's awesome thus the 48% win margin in November. My fear is that if this goes badly--if she's into something that I subsequently am forced to drive or otherwise be a part of--I'll be on the list of subpoenas and I'll be the one having to get a lawyer:see anyone from the Tom Delay camp.
She's pissed off a lot of people. I get that and that's par for the course, if youre not pissing someone off then you're worthless in politics as far as Im concerned. But there's a difference between having enemies and being a pariah. If it's the latter, then I'm in trouble because Im going to serve as the pariah's face. I'll be blacklisted as well. And that's not fun.
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