Pepsi, No Coke!

So, you have a job in the Executive branch of the federal government.  Good for you!

Guess what?  Your boss is the duly confirmed Secretary of your agency, and your Chief Operating Officer is President Donald J. Trump.  Your marching orders come from these individuals, and they do in fact get to define the objectives of your job.

You do not have the privilege of defining your own "mission".  Your organization's mission is what your bosses say it is, and your priorities need to be what they define them as being.  If you find you do not agree with the defined objectives of your job, just like any other employee in any other business in the country you are free to leave.  You are not free to stay in place and wage guerrilla war against the chosen path your "business" has embarked upon.

In the Real World, as opposed to the Fantasy Island many entitled government employees believe themselves to inhabit, anyone who accepts a job at the Pepsi Factory is obliged to further the mission of producing and distributing Pepsi.  They are not required to drink Pepsi, or even like Pepsi, but when wearing the uniform they need to do everything they can to make Pepsi the number one product on the planet.  When they change out of their work clothes at the end of the day they are more than welcome to swing by the convenience store, pick up a six pack of Coke,  and drink away their sorrows in the glow of TV Land emanating from their television sets.  First thing next morning, it's back to "Rah! Rah! Pepsi!!"

If they can't handle that, then they are honor bound to leave their job at Pepsi and find something else to do they can feel good about.

You, federal employee, have that same obligation.  The voters have spoken, and if you cannot abide their choice you must as a manner of honor and integrity get out of the way.  If you can grit your teeth, do all that is asked of you as it is asked of you to the very best of your ability then you are welcome to hang in there.  Who knows, you might even get a new set of leaders in four years, or eight years, or whenever who might better suit your ideals.  Bully!  Until then, keep your nose to the grindstone doing as you are asked by your rightful leaders, or let your feet hit the streets and find the life that is better suited to who you are.