Thursday, April 2, 2009

Close enough (to poverty) for gummint work

A falling stock market and a failing computer have driven us into temp jobs with the Census Bureau. There is a reason they call it a work force; nobody sane would do it voluntarily … no naps, no reading time,no time to cook decent meals. We are now sworn agents of the bureau, small-fry drones. We took a genuine, hand-in-the-air oath and promised not to tell any secrets we might learn. We even have to wear a badge of servitude around the neck. Our job will be to make sure addresses are correct for the big push next year. We go armed with nifty little computers that have GPS systems built in; they will provide precise locations of residences so that enumerators can go right to the door on April 1, 2010.

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