fuck this job.com

How should I describe my job. I guess I begin with the New York State fiscal budget. It starts with the Governor, in this case Elliot Spitzer, who at the end of each fiscal year is charged with drafting an Executive budget to be approved or amended by the state Senate and Assembly and signed. From the hallowed halls of the Legislature, it is walked upstairs to the Governor's Chambers and sent back to his desk for for approval. Next year, the budget will be more than $120 billion dollars, among the highest in American history and certainly the most expensive New York State has ever had. Two years ago it was $107 billion dollars. Last year, our bandits in state government raised it to $113 billion dollars. Among the appropriations for highway repairs, subsidized nursing home care and rubber gloves for the Department of Correctional Services guys to examine anuses with, outgoing Governor George E. Pataki approved a line in the spending, probably somewhere around $30,000, to employ a temporary office assistant to work in the Office of Mental Health. Like a growing zygote in the womb of its mother, that line took form, breathed life and became me; a temporary office assistant assigned to one of the myriad bureaus contained within one of the biggest departments in one of the biggest and certainly most spendthrift states in America. The politicians should have gone to the clinic and had me aborted.