Like all people, I appreciate a good job title.
Puts me in mind of a bit from the sketch comedy show “A Bit of Fry and Laurie”:
“No, not working for; more like working with. I’m more of an independently-targeted, highly-resourced free-ranging trouble-shooter.”
This one impressed me, in a recent article, and I’ll parse it here:
White House
Principal
Deputy
Press Secretary
Harrison Fields …
I loved him in Raiders!
But is there a Deputy Principal Press Secretary?
… Harrison Fields released a statement on the Bondi-Bongino clash.
“President Trump …
… blah blah blah etc. etc. etc. …
… pursuing justice for all,” Harrison Fields said.
. . . Harrison Fields said.
The author likes the name so much he, she, or it felt it profitable to state it at both the beginning and the end of the statement.
Harrison Fields Forever!
Executive Assistant Undersecretary for Interagency Relations and Public Affairs…
Federal Underwriter of Congressional Knowledge-Urban Project…
The Man…
Senior Non-official Assistant for Fiduciary Usury
My first real job of any meaning was ‘Retail Jedi’ (Shop Assistant) and I was never more proud then and have never been more proud of any job since. My company engraved service award light saber still, proudly, hangs on my bathroom wall. 🧱
“Obi Wan KenoGene. Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a long time.”
Did you have to slice the arms off of customers who were “just Luke-ing”?
“Customers will be back. And in greater numbers.”
Were the white-collar guys Tie Fighters?
Sadly and to my chagrin my most vivid memories only involve Princess Leia 💘 and boy were they vivid, if you know what I mean.
Puberty….nothing like it.