Opinion: The Life of a Fat Cat Government Worker Friday, September 21, 2012 - 03:07 PM Protesters demonstrate in front of the Capitol Hill in Washington, DC, on April 6, 2011 urging for government spending cut. (JEWEL SAMAD/AFP/Getty Images/Getty) This morning, just like every morning, I was roused at around 11 by my butler Coleman. Technically, we here in the D.C. area are supposed to be at work by at least 8:30, but nobody pays any attention to that around these parts. I had a leisurely breakfast of mimosas and poached eggs with a side of venison sausage, which I had my staff make last week after I shot a deer that was simply ruining my award-winning topiary display. I read the latest in the Post while my bath was drawn and my suit was chosen and laid out for me. Today was sunny, so I thought that perhaps it would be nice to drive my convertible 911 to work, but Coleman mentioned that there was a chance of rain, so I elected to use the Range Rover. Thanks to our taxpayer funded private road system, getting to the office took no time at all. Technically speaking, I don't work for a government agency, so I don't have it nearly as cushy as my friend Dave over at the Department of Agriculture, or Alicia over at the EPA. Occasionally Alicia will invite me over for lunch at their dining room, but only on special theme days. Like last week it