400 Pound Union President Just Crushing It On The Job
NY Post – Union fat cat Mark Rosenthal spends more time sleeping at his desk than organizing labor, a series of damning photos reveals. The 400-pound president of Local 983 of District Council 37 — the city’s largest blue-collar municipal-workers union — often downs a huge meal, then drops into dreamland in the early afternoon, members of the union’s executive board told The Post. “He eats lunch when he arrives at work at 2 p.m. Then, like clockwork, he goes to sleep with a cup of soda on the table and the straw in it,” said Marvin Robbins, a union vice president. “Then he wakes up, looks at his watch and says, ‘I have to get out before the traffic gets bad.’ He’s usually out by 4 p.m. after being at the office two hours.” Rosenthal is a former Parks Department employee who rose to power campaigning to rid the union of corruption in the late 1990s. He last made embarrassing headlines in 2009, when he inspired a City Council bill requiring jumbo-size ambulances for morbidly obese patients after he had a stroke at City Hall. Since then, he hasn’t been making much of an effort to give the city’s ambulances a break and slim down. Union officials say he racks up $1,400 in monthly food bills on the union dime. Much of the 5-foot-7, 400-plus-pound Rosenthal’s food tabs are for catered union events and meals he writes off as “union business,” board members claim.
You know, in an odd sorta way, I respect Mark Rosenthal. As a lazy, out of shape, soon-to-be-morbidly-obese-person myself, I certainly can’t knock this guy. And when you’re 5 foot 7, 400+, there’s only a few jobs you can land cater to your fatness. These union jobs are exactly that. He found himself the one job in the world where he can be so atrociously fat that he slips into daily comas, and nobody can stop him. Probably started out around 300 pounds and now he’s working his way up to a metric ton while collecting tons of money and locking down an amazing pension for the rest of his life. You don’t have to like him, but you have to tip your cap and at least respect the fact that he’s found a way to work the system. Every day he eats free food, he takes a nap resting his chin on his own tits, and goes home.
To be honest its just like being a blogger for Barstool except we probably make way less money. Don’t be surprise a few years months from now when pictures of me napping at my desk using my quadruple chin as a pillow start surfacing.