Over the years I have worked at various Federal, Military & National Security sites and locations. I have endured floods at installations where I have had to move computer equipment out on pontoon boats (the He-Man stuff; mainframes and DASD and UPS the size of walk-in freezers), dodging deer, raccoons and drowned livestock. I have worked in Butler buildings the size of Rhode Island where a spring shower sounded like a bombing run. I have worked in GSA buildings with Periplaneta americana big enough to saddle and run in the Derby.
I have had mid-career military officers flummoxed that the "Guy" in change was a woman. I have had staff at large military contractors think that being their requirements liaison meant I got the complaints about not enough chocolate doughnuts at meetings. I have seen more ROAD (retired on Active Duty) federal employees spend their last few months blocking as much changes as humanly possible and still get lauded as team players...
But no more... I have a great facility to work in. An office. A DOOR that SHUTS! A boss that is who celebrates successes and milestones. Agency workers that are glad to see me and do not undermine my plans. Most days an enormously productive and pleasant environment. And I'm close to the Metro.
Another mid-career Fed came to my office today. He's been at my agency about a month longer than I have, after the military and another agency. He ask me how I was doing, and then leaned down over my desk and with a little whisper, he said, "This is gravy... we got it so good now."
He's right... after a whole lotta cold cuts, this is Sunday dinner.
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