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March 8, 2002
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this globe bakelite radio sold for over $1500 on ebay...not to me, though, instead I bought two Fido Dido coffee cups for five bucks each
five of the choices...I think I tried all sixteen...there was no Maalox stand, either
"Don't be too timid and squeamish
about your actions. All life is an experiment."
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what is happening? So, it's Friday. I have things to do at work, but I still kind of coast in, doing the e-mail from home, fooling with my home computer while the traffic dies to nothing. I have fallen into this routine and I'm glad when my meetings aren't until 9:30 or 10 to make it so. I almost leave the first meeting (10) when they say they are only going to talk about scheduling, not technical details. It isn't true, of course, so it is more interesting than that. Another meeting is cancelled. Which is good because I didn't know what it was about and had to find the papers on it.
So, I work. If you call it working to organize stuff, email people, read other people's proposals, read partner's specs. It's what I do. There is an exchange of e-mails that makes me realize I'm being stonewalled again. Not intentionally maybe. But it's another reason that I can't really do my job. Well, I say to myself, I can't be effective in this job. Not really. People are looking to me to make decisions (I don't have the authority) and to bring people together for consistent messages (people delivering the message only ask me for something if they want some quick help and then they deliver it to whomever as they please, reinterpreted, unapproved). Everyone is responding to their interrupts and their management. Building their own castles, making their own threats. I'm talking about management and staff, of course. Not the workers. They are stuggling to do good amidst all that. Most of them anyway. I'm trying to invent a good path without paying much attention to my future or the incentives. But, you know, most people have to look at that. So do I keep trying to pull it together? To enhance communication? Or do I sit here and wait for an interrupt? The latter is very tempting. That way you can do what work you see fit. Stonewall the people who write to you the same way you are being stonewalled. Yeah, that's the ticket. If you expose yourself too much, you will be asked to do a bunch of stuff you have no business doing.
At lunch, I go to a charity chili tasting in a conference room. I think I'll taste a few, pay my money, vote and go out to lunch. But I'm soon full with a lurching heartburn. Yes, well. I ended up trying them all. An interesting lot, too. A smoked meat one, one with a bottle of red wine and a bit of beer in it, a vegie one and one that is, well, mostly jalapenos with some meat. I don't know if they made much for charity but it was good fun.
After work, I go home, get a bite to eat and dress for the opera. This is my first La Fanciulla del West. Pucinni has written more melodic works, methinks, but there are parts of it I like. The drama of everyone pointing guns at each other. Pamela South's voice. It's long, though, with two intermissions. And, when it's over we go home and are, fairly soon, in bed.
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