I absolutely love stories like this:
Union fat cat Mark Rosenthal spends more time sleeping at his desk than organizing labor, a series of damning photos reveals.
The 400-pound president of Local 983 of District Council 37 — the city’s largest blue-collar municipal-workers union — often downs a huge meal, then drops into dreamland in the early afternoon, members of the union’s executive board told The Post.
“He eats lunch when he arrives at work at 2 p.m. Then, like clockwork, he goes to sleep with a cup of soda on the table and the straw in it,” said Marvin Robbins, a union vice president.
“Then he wakes up, looks at his watch and says, ‘I have to get out before the traffic gets bad.’ He’s usually out by 4 p.m. after being at the office two hours.”
I always wonder if these bureaucrats who get caught exhibiting behavior that is all too prevalent and paints them in a bad light with the public, if they feel at all embarrassed or remorseful. Remember that GSA official who got caught living it up on the public dime? I’m thinking that instead of shame, these clowns look at it as a feather in their cap. When they all get together at the fat cat Christmas party, he can high five his fellow trough eaters, yelling to the crowd ,”Top that, bitches”.
Much like photos of cops eating donuts, pics of politicians pinching the rear ends of young interns, or school board functionaries allaying fears of student past criminal confessions (You can trust us, really, your secret is safe with us), it is probably (?) more isolated then ubiquitous and says nothing about the industry as a whole, but direct evidence of unflattering stereotypes wrt to those making their living on the public dole, we can’t lets these pass by without the requisite derision pointed their way.
Now, if you will excuse me, I feel a power nap coming on.