MY obamacare DREAM SCHEME
It's hard to believe, but last night I had a dream about Obamacare. And, the most amazing part is that it was a very pleasant dream.
First in my slumbering fantasy, I remember Peggy and I being hired as government workers employed to speed up the application process for people enrolling in the new health care plans. Senior citizens were tapped to fill the thousands of temporary jobs. I do not clearly remember the qualifications for employment, but when the interviewers realized we knew our multiplication tables that seemed to secure our positions. Our part time salaries were generous, and high enough for me to consider buying a Porsche even though Peggy thought a Porsche was a stupid car for an old man.
The government used a fleet of luxury mini bus limousines to pick up everyone at their homes, and provided a free breakfast drive through service at our favorite fast food places. By the time we arrived at work it was time for our mid morning break followed by our late morning pause, and shortly thereafter it was lunchtime. The afternoon also provided breaks for snacks, restroom visits, and pill taking. There were thousands of seniors at our job site in a space equivalent to a huge concert hall divided into hundreds of cubicles. There were no child care facilities because no one had kids, but there was a day care service for our domestic pets. We were allowed to bring a pet, and we brought along Tinkerbelle. Every animal had a trained personal pet sitter provided "gratis" by the government. In the evening our limousine would return us home with a few stops to pick up groceries, laundry, or pet supplies.
The specifics of the job involved staring at a monitor and watching numbers scroll down a large screen. We had to stop the scrolling, and call a supervisor if we saw anything other than a number. Typically, if a letter or smiley face popped up that was sufficient reason to alert a supervisor. I am not sure why this was important, but there was a lot of scrambling and shouting by leaders when a non number character appeared on any ones computer. Now, just about every worker had an overseer, and each of those bosses had a boss. There were more supervisors than workers. Needless to say, the job was incredibly boring and drifting off to sleep was very easy to do. However, no one was ever disciplined for snoozing.
Unfortunately, I was fired from this wonderful job because I argued with a boss that an "E" was not a backwards "3" and should not be classified as a number. It was forbidden to argue with a boss. Many people were fired each day which is a departure from the common concept of government employees being immune to sacking. At any rate, those of us fired were entitled to a series of free seminars sponsored by our previous employer. The block of instructions were entitled, "How to Win Lawsuits Against the Government If You are Fired".
Well, I attended all the classes; got an "A", hired a lawyer, got a ridiculously large settlement, and purchased a sleek and incredibly fast Porsche over the objections of Peggy.
WOW WHAT A DREAM !!!
First in my slumbering fantasy, I remember Peggy and I being hired as government workers employed to speed up the application process for people enrolling in the new health care plans. Senior citizens were tapped to fill the thousands of temporary jobs. I do not clearly remember the qualifications for employment, but when the interviewers realized we knew our multiplication tables that seemed to secure our positions. Our part time salaries were generous, and high enough for me to consider buying a Porsche even though Peggy thought a Porsche was a stupid car for an old man.
The government used a fleet of luxury mini bus limousines to pick up everyone at their homes, and provided a free breakfast drive through service at our favorite fast food places. By the time we arrived at work it was time for our mid morning break followed by our late morning pause, and shortly thereafter it was lunchtime. The afternoon also provided breaks for snacks, restroom visits, and pill taking. There were thousands of seniors at our job site in a space equivalent to a huge concert hall divided into hundreds of cubicles. There were no child care facilities because no one had kids, but there was a day care service for our domestic pets. We were allowed to bring a pet, and we brought along Tinkerbelle. Every animal had a trained personal pet sitter provided "gratis" by the government. In the evening our limousine would return us home with a few stops to pick up groceries, laundry, or pet supplies.
The specifics of the job involved staring at a monitor and watching numbers scroll down a large screen. We had to stop the scrolling, and call a supervisor if we saw anything other than a number. Typically, if a letter or smiley face popped up that was sufficient reason to alert a supervisor. I am not sure why this was important, but there was a lot of scrambling and shouting by leaders when a non number character appeared on any ones computer. Now, just about every worker had an overseer, and each of those bosses had a boss. There were more supervisors than workers. Needless to say, the job was incredibly boring and drifting off to sleep was very easy to do. However, no one was ever disciplined for snoozing.
Unfortunately, I was fired from this wonderful job because I argued with a boss that an "E" was not a backwards "3" and should not be classified as a number. It was forbidden to argue with a boss. Many people were fired each day which is a departure from the common concept of government employees being immune to sacking. At any rate, those of us fired were entitled to a series of free seminars sponsored by our previous employer. The block of instructions were entitled, "How to Win Lawsuits Against the Government If You are Fired".
Well, I attended all the classes; got an "A", hired a lawyer, got a ridiculously large settlement, and purchased a sleek and incredibly fast Porsche over the objections of Peggy.
WOW WHAT A DREAM !!!
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