Blago Blog

With the recent discovery of corruption in the Illinois Governor's office, one has to take some time to contemplate the state of political affairs. Is it the nature of the environment to survive in government these days to be unethical? Or is it the inherent nature of the individual who is predisposed to being corrupt just attracted to politics? Or could it possibly be the incredible thick hair of the heir apparent to Gov. Ryan? Speaking of Ryan, if he was so bad, why did they name an expressway after him in Chicago? Matter of time before Blagoveich Blvd. rears it's ugly (but thick hair on) head.

Privacy Under Pressure!

Ever feel that nothing's ever private anymore? Take for instance, the workplace. Now, I know they always say that your email and telephone conversations belong to your employer, and I fully understand that it is a priviledge, but how about an office? Shouldn't one feel somewhat secure behind a closed door? Too often, I find myself trying to get caught up on messages only to have that knock on my door asking if I'm busy. Duh? Why would I have my door closed if I want to speak to someone? Because I am the polite dolt, I typically will let them in. This is based on prior history when I would ignore the knocking, only to be greeted by further persistant knocking. As I opened the door, the person assumed that since he did not hear voices (indicating a meeting) that I was available!

This leads me to my present day dilemma. So after heaving down a large, supersized, bowl of extra creamy New England Clam Chowder at my desk, I found my lactose intolerant bowls twitching. I'll leave out the details and let you assume the rest. Behind my closed door sauna, I found myself in the relaxed comfort of my office scanning my emails today. Before I could launch into another long, drawn out message, I heard that startling knock at my door. As the pressure mounted, and the tension in the air filled, I came under a strange dilemma: Should I just play quiet in the hopes that my interrupting visitor would just leave or risk that my sealed office would reveal my obvious lactose intolerance issue?