Tin can cultural embassy
Oh the memories!
Because circumstances, I was a peon at a small international "cultural" outfit in a tin-can republic, where the boss had ambassador rank from another failed tin-can state. Somewhat hush-hush operation, getting their paws in local politics. Kind of cute, in an Ubu kind of way. They liked it that I played the foreigner, the pay was way better than elsewhere, better than they paid nationals. Took them a long time to cut me my last check...
The place was a wreck of ineptitude, which I guess is a Good Thing for the universe. The "official" IT guy was an alcoholic son of a former classmate of the boss. Didn't take long for people to ask me to keep their stuff running. Of course except for my station, everything else Microsoft and similar, pirated (the place was likened to an embassy, and thus enjoyed or invented themselves out of rules and regulations). Did I say I was there just for the money? needed it as my mother needed very expensive medical. The rest of the personnel were mostly some sort of cronies, the kind that would starve if they needed to get a real job, only two people were doing something useful, and the accountant seemed busy with some stuff I really don't want to mention, even writing as A.C.
Eventually the day came that I was called to the boss office, and there was the mini me, and the lawyer, all with dog faces, and I don't quite recall if I burst out laughing, the scene was so theatrical. I had a rather clear contract, so even with their nonsense the best they could get was that we don't make a mess on each other, as obviously I was not awed by their antics. Two months to get my last pay, actually a few days after mom passed away and I left the country for good, haven't gone back in years.
Life. Must love it, right?
Much happier now.
Voted yesterday, who would think such a concept? even if it's a ridiculous, manipulated thing, it beats the alternative.