Wednesday August 30, 2000 "We are always getting ready to live, but never living." Ralph Waldo Emerson, Journals
sushi tie...you know where
Meta: It's still feeling a little like a duty. Health update:I think I'm curing my pain in the left hand and wrist by positive thinking. That and being careful to rest it. Then numbness sets in during the evening. Scary. Much worse than before. |
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paying for the meal I invite a business colleage for Japanese to discuss business things. He gets a sushi menu and checks off some rolls. I order Negami and a small display of sashami. When the bill comes, I offer to pay, we joust a bit, I win and my credit card is picked up. The older woman who looks authentically Japanese (who is not the one who delivered nor picked up the check) stops the whole restaurant in its tracks (like a Paine Webber ad...they all turn to her in silent expectation) by yelling "Linda, Linda, you pay wrong bill!" or something to that effect. I signal her that I'm Linda. She points to two guys across the way. Their bill has been run on my credit card. She says it's more expensive than mine and there are remnants of all kinds of sushi on their table. I suppose since the bill had the table number she had to shout around the restaurant to find me except that I've used a credit card there about two hundred times. You might have even thought she'd have asked our waiter or the other servers who did what. We laughed out loud. But I did save $20 by paying the right ticket. I usually look at the things, but I was in the middle of business. We make our choices, one painful moment at a time. I am dreading these close together business trips. Two are overseas. I decide that I can do them if I don't have to fly in coach. I spend thirty minutes with the Americans Advantage Awards desk getting two pretty complex itineraries including internal flights booked in First or Business. Using a bunch of miles. But I feel much better for it. I feel like I can actually do the business. While I'm on hold during this process a colleague comes by with one of those "there are rumors...did you start them...what did you say...I need to control the information in a certain way" discussions. Stays right through my call, but I'm not about to give up my Advantage lady who is incredible in finding her way through the mass of flights and blocked out award seats. Sounds like the whisper game to me anyway. Bore little relationship to the discussions I'd had with his people, but I suppose I'm guilty of hinting to people of what might occur. The possible truths bear only the passing resemblance to the rumor, though. Such is life. I no longer take pride in being an insider even when I am. I often don't have inside info because I'm paying attention to other things. I have a lot of information about my company but not as much as you'd think. It passes right over me and I forget it. When I wanted my parents to move here, I dreamed that I could buy my mother a TV and cable for the bedroom and, when she inevitably couldn't get something to work, I could physically go over there and check it out. Yesterday she told me 'her' TV (as opposed to 'their TV in the bedroom') didn't work. I said a wrong button was probably pushed. "No, it just doesn't work." I stopped by in the evening. They weren't home. I got the TV back to channel 3 as it needs to be for the cable box. Just like I dreamt it. Our buddies Deb and Sam had a coupon for eating at their new club, post Met Club decline, River Place. We took along another woman and went out there. We had a reservation but we waited and waited and finally left and went to Bellagio for a late meal. Good food, good wine, good service and almost empty. Decidedly not domestic. Lots of eating out. I can't sleep. My hand is numb and it worries me. I read newspapers hoping to doze. I work crosswords in old papers. Did you ever think how happy puzzle makers are that Yoko Ono married John Lennon? That Arthur Ashe and Ilie Nastase became famous. Did you know that Yoko went to school with the Crown Prince of Japan?
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