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Friday June 29, 2001
"Human beings will never work as hard for money as for more money." unattributed, 20,000 Quips and Quotes by Evan Esar
sushi cat for sale on ebay
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LB's two hours off No meetings. I just have to turn in a draft of a PowerPoint presentation that I have to actually present in October I believe. The draft is due today. But I have most of it done and I have actually stolen all the raw material from other presentations. Not that I'm not adding my own notes, corrections, animations and changes. Which don't necessarily improve the lot, but there you go. Had lunch at Kyoto. A work colleague bought and we sat at the sushi bar. We discussed the philosophy of work and how events hung on the smallest thing. I pointed back to a former colleague of ours, now deceased. I pointed out that he interviewed about fourteen years ago where I was then working and then at our current company. When he refused our offer, my boss's boss ask him where he was going. It was to my current employer. So my boss's boss went there, too. And hired me. If that guy had taken the other job, everything would have been different for my current company. Maybe better. Maybe worse. But definitely different. When my deadline is met, I really don't feel like working. I've been wanting to take off for a while. So I did leave early. I went by the parent's house. Set the sprinkler, watered some plants, got the mail in. When I get home, FFP says that the new computer is coming. This surprises me since I still didn't have an order number to track its build at Dell. But it shows up and it's all there. So I put it together and, sure enough, it works. Now I'm the IT department for WIN95, WIN98, Apple OS9, Win2000 and WinME (if you count Mom's). Not to mention LINUX. And I don't understand any one of them well. It's sad really. Forrest's old HP laser printer doesn't seem to want to work. I guess it's time to retire it anyway. There are other printers on the network. I feel dislocated today. Leaving early, getting a new computer, whatever it is. At lunch, I saw a client of Forrest's. He said he had been fighting a cancer. He said for Forrest to call him. His story gave us pause about living the life we have to the fullest. "Want to go out somewhere?" he says. "I was thinking Jeffrey's." I say. Jeffrey's is quiet when we get there (early) and we have time to chat up Kisha and Johnny. We choose scallops and I have the foie gras appetizer for an entree. We drink a Half Moon Valley Sangiovese. A young couple celebrating their fifth anniversary sit nearby. He is an investment banker, she a boutique owner. They are young and hopeful. All the staff greats us and a few other folks. They ask if we are 'Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey.' "No," I say, "the owner, Ron Weiss, was up front a moment ago." We just know a lot of people. At home, I feel tired and dislocated. But good. I play around with the new computer a bit. I vow never to buy anything but flat panel displays. So much easier to cart around. More old, obsolete equipment is accumulating in the storage room. Sigh. There is too much stuff!
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