I was rummaging through the federal government
job listings page just to see what’s available these day.
Okay, okay, I’ll admit it. I really want to be one of those airport security agents who gets to make you take off your shoes, unfasten your nipple piercings, poke around your personal belongings, and look very, very concerned over your 2.5-oz bottle of Denorex shampoo.
But the uniforms are so unflattering.
Then I came across this. How cool would it be to tell friends that you’re a federal bartender. Great benefits, and the drunks get tossed out by Secret Service agents.
Silver loading and confusion - Over the weekend, I wrote in the New York Times** why I think CSR funding may not come back: Mr. Trump’s decision to end cost-sharing-reduction subsidies, ...