And they come with no warning,
nature loves her little surprises.
Continual crisis!

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Dreary Madness

Okay, in the past two weeks my "Mr. Councilman" calls have gone up in frequency. At about the same time I sat for an interview with the local paper (I didn't have time to snag a copy, I'm told it went well). Why did I do that? I was doing so well in the obscurity of "nobody can spell my last name so they can't look me up in the phone book." Now, even though I've been on the local access channel every month for the past five years, people have opened up to the realization that I am a councilman.

Sigh. I want to do this again for four years? Why do I want that?

On the plus side, if I'm re-elected (Vote for Me!), my council pay doubles to $400 a month! (we passed the pay raise two-years ago, pay raises only occur after you're elected) Woohoo!

3 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

C'mon, Steve. You know you like it!

Steve Buchheit said...

I'm like a druggie with my political fix? Is that what you're saying? :)

Well, I like the service part. I really like helping people out. It's the "you can do this for me" requests matched with the "but we've always done this (or this way)" (which I then find out that, no, we haven't, and we can't legally). And then there's the calls about which I can do nothing, and the being blamed for everything. Those wear ya down. I especially like the getting blamed for Federal Program problems. Of which we have no control.

Camille Alexa said...

Enter Kafka.