Hello hello.
Looks like I may be gainfully employed in the very near future.
Nothing’s been technically finalized - but there is an agreement in place - so I don’t want to spill the beans to the whole world yet.
I’m geeked though. Going through the process of finding a moving van or company to move our stuff, find an apartment, budget expenses, etc.
Man, I’m excited.
And right now I’m feeling pretty hateful.
First of all, I’m starting to feel like a bitch.
I mean, I run around all day following someone hoping they give me the opportunity to hear something substantive come from their mouth. Then, if they say something newsworthy, it makes my day.
I mean, shouldn’t they be saying those things anyway?
I’ve known for a long while that the budget and construction plans get negotiated behind closed doors. But I’ve never actually had the feeling of being blocked out of those negotiations because I’ve never had to try and cover them.
So the state’s going to spend $26 billion on roads and schools and the legislative leaders won’t say what, if anything, they disagree on. They won’t say when they’re going to do it. They won’t say why we need it.
But what they will do is foist the components of the plan on their members and expect a vote. They’ll fall in line. It’s a carefully choreographed presentation and everybody has a role to play. Including us.
And don’t give me the company line of “well that’s just the way it is.” I can see that. Save your breath.
