
In honor of the Fourth of July, let me tell you a true story that is sure to shock and amaze those of you who have never worked in government.
There was some filing to be done of an official nature, so I sallied forth towards my little hamlet, in search of a place to copy my precious document before forking it over at City Hall, for I have worked as a public servant, and thought it wise to have a copy to hang on to until it was all done being filed and I got my certified copy. I was somewhat pressed, as said document is due to said City Hall just ten short days after unsaid moment in time. Therefore I was dismayed to discover that the Town Copy Shop was abandoned and derelict.
Nonetheless I continued my ridiculous sallying (more of a shashay, frankly) and went over to the crenellated environs of our illustrious town government. I had an impression I had seen a xerox machine somewhere recently and I was elated to discover that this device was conveniently located in the very place I had set foot. Sadly it was code protected.
I headed in to the Records office to see if they knew of a place to get my precious document copied. Maybe they sold copies right there, I fantasized. Clearly my memories of my previous place of public employ have faded drastically over time. A fleeting thought to not hand over the document for them to ’see’ was my only residual wisdom, which I impulsively overrode.
There the lady informed me that she didn’t know of any copy shops (okay) and that it needed to be certified (okay, but I’d like to copy it first) and I would have to wait for them to send it to me and pay them ten dollars for a copy (which I was planning to do anyway) and most of all, that because since I had handed it to her, I couldn’t have it back to copy and file half an hour from now.
I found no way to politely explain that I did not trust them not to lose the document and that’s why I wanted to have a copy first. If you think about it, government is supposed to be the way that we do things collectively. But sometimes it’s more like the way we don’t do things, collectively.