Once Hoppeditz has been roused from hibernation, it is time to tap the ceremonial first keg, which you see stage left.
On the way home, though, comes a moment of clarity. On a lightly-loaded early evening Metra departure for Elburn, the carrier cycles through the usual litany of announcements including "Do not flip the seats unless your party is three or more people" and "Do not place luggage or packages on the seats," the latter leading a passenger (not me) to mutter "As if that's going to be a problem today."
Well, no, but remember last month's meditation on the chief jailable officer. Or, perhaps, compliance with the rule, even unto the absurd, is job security.
Alexander Dolgun's Story includes an explanation of why a Soviet "corrective labor camp" where the dead would have their skulls split with an axe before the corpses were dumped in a mass grave would also have a state-of-the art medical clinic (although good luck being able to call in sick.) Camp commandants maintained all the facilities called for by some policy posted somewhere in Moscow (or is it stitched into a briefing book?) in order to avoid being turned from Citizen Colonel into prisoner on denunciation of professionally jealous functionary.The more ways a manager can go wrong, though, the more ways the professionally jealous subordinate can make trouble?
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