The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." "...it is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32) akakyakakyevich@gmail.com

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Apologies



I would like to apologize for the singular lack of new material here at The Passing Parade. For reasons I am not certain I fully comprehend myself, I volunteered, or at least people tell me I volunteered—frankly, the idea that I knowingly volunteered for anything doesn’t really sound like me, but you can’t go around calling people liars; they tend to object to that sort of thing, you know—to serve on the search committee to find a new chief executive for the egregious mold pit wherein I labor for my daily bread.  I am sure none of you cares in the least about the labyrinthine pit of civil service hell I have been sliding greasily through for the past several months, but let us say for the moment—I cannot go into the details before the official announcement by them that runs this place—that the long delay is over and that I can go back to the two pieces that have been hanging fire ever since I volunteered, if I actually did volunteer—I’m not kidding, I have no memory of telling the big shots here that I wanted to serve of their damn committee, but there I was, anyway—and finish them just as soon as I can.  Just when they will up, I cannot say, but I anticipate them being here sometime in the next few days, unless something else comes up that requires my immediate attention. I can’t think of anything that might actually meet that criterion, but I’ve noticed that things that meet that criterion have a bad habit of showing up when you least want them to, in much the same way as your Uncle Harry and Aunt Nancy show up on a weekend when you’ve got other plans and you just want them to go away and stay away, or better yet, not show up at all. We can’t have everything, however, and sometimes we just have to put up with what we cannot get rid of, especially now that the antifreeze companies have put some agent in the antifreeze that makes the stuff taste bitter and therefore poisoning Aunt Nancy and Uncle Harry is no longer a viable way to protect one’s weekend plans. Ah well, what can we do?

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1 Comments:

  • At 2:47 AM, Blogger SnoopyTheGoon said…

    Volunteering - it shows that you didn't serve in the army. Cause volunteering is the first thing your colleagues beat out of you there. A good thing too.

     

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