Somebody sent me email the other day suggesting that the reason I don't want the new company coming in is that they won't let me sit at the guard's station and listen to my ipod all night.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

The fact is, the IRS hasn't been in tip top shape since this whole bidding process started, long before I got there. Because the first thing they did when they learned they would have to cut costs enough to bid against a corporation was lay off or transfer any permenant or carreer employees, then they replaced them with temps. This happened in every "service center" in the united states, all at once. This was how they planned to outbid the corporation. And it worked, sort of. They won the first bid, but it was appealed, and then the corporation put in a lower bid. The guys who were here before me, THEY were good at their job. Im part of the horrible horrible solution... that failed!

I have never said that I am a model employee. If you thought that, then you haven't been paying attention. Im the laziest common denominator. In every job Ive ever had, there has been a place for me. The position nobody wants because it's "too boring" or requires odd hours. The position that was usually created by upper management and is generally useless. I love those kind of jobs. In the place you work, wherever that is, I promise there is at least one of these, and its staffed by some fat guy who freaking LOVES his job. Look, next time you're at work. It may be the overnight security guard, or the guy who monitors the servers. It's normally a job where as long as nothing goes wrong... you're sitting there.. listening to your ipod.

That being said, I am trained on the IDRS computer system, and when they remember Im up there (normally about 85% of the time) I end up with stacks and stacks of paperwork to go through, trying to track down exactly what the hell the tax examiner was trying to say, while staring at a computer program that, as far as I can tell, was programmed in COBOL.

But that doesn't make for as good of a story does it? Did I really need to explain that? Does it make any difference? Well if it does, there you go. Those of you who absolutely could not stand that lack of detail about my job can now resume jerking off quietly in the corner.