It’s time for another round of “You Know You Work in DC When!”
Originally published at Big Ugly Man Doll. Please leave any comments there.
That’s right, your favorite game is back - It’s time for another round of “You know you work in DC when!” I had a good example today, which I’ll use to start the game; please share your own, even if anonymously - or as we say here, “not for attribution.” Come on, you watched the West Wing - you can play too!
You know you work in DC when you can tell the tourists at a glance - they don’t have badges.
You know you work in DC when you decide you can’t come to work because you’re allergic to cherry blossoms.
You know you work in DC when you wonder why your 5th-Grader is still talking about getting a seat in musical chairs, and you realize they’re referring to a Senate race.
You know you work in DC when you flip to the “Local Sports” section of the paper and they’re covering your county’s school board elections.
You know you work in DC when you take the train to the metro to your office, but you’ll still hail a cab to get 6 blocks up Pennsylvania Ave.
You know you work in DC when you hear people talking about the Oscars nominee and assume that some “Oscar” guy is being considered for the Supreme Court.
You know you work in DC when the number of euphemisms you know for “slept with an intern” exceeds the number of interns you actually know.
(Not to be confused with “You know you’re in politics when…” - You know you’re in politics when the number of interns you’ve slept with exceeds the number of euphemisms you know for it.)
OK, your turn!