I realize I have not been very prolific of late, but I’m kind of beat up. To go from a three month layoff directly into steady, heavy, industrial type work is akin to spending a few weeks training for war and then being air-dropped right into the middle of it while it‘s raging out of control. Anyway, I’m beat up and I always find it difficult to write much of anything when I’m physically as well as mentally drained. My problem, not yours.
There are those that think I’ve been mentally drained since birth, but we’ll save that one for another day. Then again, feel free.
In addition, when I get around to it, I’m going to pull the electronic plug on Wilkes-Barre Online and find an internet vehicle that will require far less of my time for the purposes of posting any of my usual madness. I’ll probably end up at blogging for dummies just like practically everyone else. Whatever. Whatever works, whatever works quickly and whatever is free of charge.
I was going to attend the big bloggers get-together at Mark’s Pub last night, but I decided against it at the very last moment. The way I figured it, fast-encroaching fatigue plus ample amounts of alcohol equals a dull boy face down on the table and sound asleep by 9 PM. Not to worry, though. This rough stretch is normal. I go through it every year when I go from sitting around for two months to busting my ball bearings in an instant. No big thing. I’m getting re-acclimated to hard work real quick like. Yawn.
Truth is, even given the sudden energy spurt, I kind of blew my load on the ‘invite-only’ genealogy/family Web site last night, so this here entry promises to be both uninspired and short.
Anyway, let’s get down to business.
I caught some of the Corbett show on Friday, when he was going off on the Clerk of Courts in this here corrupt county of ours, one Bob Reilly.
Now, I don’t take kindly to anyone who threatens me with violence while prancing around in his overpriced pajamas, but I’m here to tell Steve Corbett that Bob Reilly is not working two jobs. I’ve been to the car dealership in question all of five times. And all five times, during what could only be called ‘normal business hours,’ Reilly was in there trying to sell cars. In fact, he always sits right next to the Delorean parked in the showroom.
In other words, he has one job…selling cars. And that other paycheck he receives courtesy of the taxpayers of Luzerne County comes to him by way of his ghost job. Because as far as the courthouse is concerned, he’s a ghost. There it is. I was there, and so was he…elsewhere, while he was being paid to do our business.
When next his government paycheck depends on a vote from the electorate, fire his fat ass! And major kudos to whomever it was that ratted him out to the apoplectic local radio talk show host. I would have ratted him out, but I would have been breaching the trust of a client that was paying my employer to send me there in the first place. And far, far more important to me than blogging and attention-getting internet scoops is business ethics.
All of that stated, I say again, fire his fat ass!
So, while I’m off to figure out what to replace Wilkes-Barre Online with, I’m turning this page over to Luzerne County’s next Controller, Walter Griffith.
Take it away, Walter…
How’s that for a free plug?
Let me say this about the Luzerne County government and all of it’s vast holdings. Thanks to a former and my current employer, I’ve been in just about every property the county--we--own. And the stories I could tell you would curl your last couple of fraying, graying hairs. But I’ve always held back rather than put my employer in any sorts of compromising positions.
And while I may not post them on the internet for obvious reasons, feel free to jog my memory in private. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.
And with that, my last ever post on the formerly expansive electronic pages of Wilkes-Barre Online…