Welcome to the bureacracy, kiddo.

Today I go get a routine physical/checkup -- I haven't had one since college, and my first-ever health insurance plan kicked in May 1. Four months have passed since I waited my last table and took this swank new job working for the State of Texas. On my last shift, I weighed myself on the meat scale: 154 lbs, per usual, on the nose.
Now that I've become a government man, my days are punctuated by blissful pilgrimages to the Taco Truck ($4.00 get's you three gorditas, five flautas, half a chicken, or what has to be 3/4 lb. of Carne Guisada, plus beans and rice), or Noodlism ($8.00 = 1/4 gallon of penne bolognese), or Rocket's Burgers ($5.50 1/2lb. burger, they wrap the meat in foil so you can assemble-and-eat hot at your desk). Or The Onion Pizza ($5.45, two monster slices). I confess, I've detected a thickening around the middle. However, I was in no way prepared for what awaited me at the medical examination.
a co-worker: So, how was your checkup?
me: 171lbs.!!!!!! How in hell do I weigh 171lbs.???!!!! That's more than a 10 percent body mass increase!!!!
co-worker: Oh, yeah. State Butt.
me: What??
co-worker: Your getting State Butt. Haven't you ever walked down the hall?
Sam Houston, first-ever Texas government employee, is here depicted lounging around on the job while accepting the surrender of Gen. Antonio Lopez de Santa Ana, inaugurating 168-years-and-(slowly)-counting of State Butt.
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