Goofing Off

Link here.

Ouch. Somebody needs to remember when to be a cop.

I sometimes goof off at work, as it makes the place bearable, but even when I'm goofing off, I'm still working. That said, I'm not a cop in the middle of a drug raid.

On another note, I had my title 31 refresher class yesterday. Wait, that might not make sense to anyone reading this. Okay, basically title 31 is the federal laws that obligate me to cooperate with the government in catching financial criminals. Which means lots of paperwork for us, and the occasional frustrated customer thinking he's being taxed. This refresher class was different, though.

We had a guest speaker yesterday; a special agent from ICE (Immigration and Customs Enforcement). Her purpose there was basically to reassure us that the papers we send out to the feds are useful and have helped put many criminals behind bars. Mostly, it seems, that more than that it helps them put away criminals for much longer, as our papers are usually the only proof of money laundering. All in all, she was pleasant and brief, as she turned a usually 2-hour class into a 40-minute one, which is more than I could say for the Secret Service agent we had last year. You know, for someone in the Secret Service, he sure did talk about a lot.