I'd offer an experience I had at the defense contractor.
At one point my supervisor directed me to fill out some paperwork for a security clearance so I could work on the {none of your fucking business} project and I just kept putting off doing it.
As you might suspect, your vorlon has not led a life that could withstand much scrutiny from a government a little squeamish about who they divulge their secrets to and who they don't. In that era, the 80s, I was volunteering for a hospice organization helping people with AIDS. At that time there wasn't much protection for folks with that 'status' and I was privy to the HIV status of quite a few people. I cannot be processed for a security clearance for that and several other reasons.
But I REALLY needed the job. The money and benefits allowed me to do things like volunteer for an HIV hospice after all.
One of my rules is when it's not clear what to do, try not to do anything. Programs can be canceled, my supervisor might get a promotion, project requirements might change, whatever, so just tried waiting things out.
Eventually, my supervisor phrased the request for security processing as an order (fuck !!) so instead of filling out the forms (before the government will let you in on their secrets you have to bring them up to speed on all of your own) I sent a simple memo to the security director respectfully declining processing without offering any reasons at all.
I was prepared to get fired over this, I wasn't going to like it, but there wasn't any alternative.
I did harbor a secret hope that by demonstrating under considerable pressure I COULD keep secrets (well, mine at least) that maybe some good would come from this clusterfuck after all, but it didn't.
Anyhow, I didn't get fired, I was off the [none of your fucking business] program and wound up working on something I actually liked more anyhow.
So, tying this to goddam cakes in Colorado, the folks running the store know (or should know) the laws of their state and I don't think I'm going too far in expecting them to graciously take their consequences if they want to die on that particular hill. I was so willing when it rolled around to me.
I didn't let anyone know at the organization, either, they had enough to worry about as it was. It was a fucking stressor to me though.
Maybe I otta send my old supervisor a cake ?
At one point my supervisor directed me to fill out some paperwork for a security clearance so I could work on the {none of your fucking business} project and I just kept putting off doing it.
As you might suspect, your vorlon has not led a life that could withstand much scrutiny from a government a little squeamish about who they divulge their secrets to and who they don't. In that era, the 80s, I was volunteering for a hospice organization helping people with AIDS. At that time there wasn't much protection for folks with that 'status' and I was privy to the HIV status of quite a few people. I cannot be processed for a security clearance for that and several other reasons.
But I REALLY needed the job. The money and benefits allowed me to do things like volunteer for an HIV hospice after all.
One of my rules is when it's not clear what to do, try not to do anything. Programs can be canceled, my supervisor might get a promotion, project requirements might change, whatever, so just tried waiting things out.
Eventually, my supervisor phrased the request for security processing as an order (fuck !!) so instead of filling out the forms (before the government will let you in on their secrets you have to bring them up to speed on all of your own) I sent a simple memo to the security director respectfully declining processing without offering any reasons at all.
I was prepared to get fired over this, I wasn't going to like it, but there wasn't any alternative.
I did harbor a secret hope that by demonstrating under considerable pressure I COULD keep secrets (well, mine at least) that maybe some good would come from this clusterfuck after all, but it didn't.
Anyhow, I didn't get fired, I was off the [none of your fucking business] program and wound up working on something I actually liked more anyhow.
So, tying this to goddam cakes in Colorado, the folks running the store know (or should know) the laws of their state and I don't think I'm going too far in expecting them to graciously take their consequences if they want to die on that particular hill. I was so willing when it rolled around to me.
I didn't let anyone know at the organization, either, they had enough to worry about as it was. It was a fucking stressor to me though.
Maybe I otta send my old supervisor a cake ?
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