Day 15 was Friday, the all-hallowed day of American workers everywhere. It of course is holding less of a worshippable position for me these days, but I still have a fondness for the day. I went to the gym in the morning and this old man named Bill came up and asked me about what the parking was like outside (I didn't know because I walked) and then started to tell me about what it was like in Singapore when he was there for military service and how he liked their disciplinary policies, how much he loved kids and how he fed homeless guys hot dogs every Tuesday at noon, and went to schools to tell kids who homeless people actually were. Then he invited me to come Tuesday at noon to feed the homeless guys hotdogs and said that I'd get to have one also when we were done serving. I asked him if they had veggie dogs and he laughed and said that he really couldn't get all fancy about it. I might go.
Then I had to go home and do some WORK! Am I still gainfully unemployed if I'm working on things I'll get paid for eventually? Hard to say.
Either way, I lolled about over the weekend as usual (planned the wedding with TM all day on Saturday, ate too much fritter on Sunday morning and paid for it the rest of the day) and woke up Monday morning in a stew. I got down to business: worked all day on PowerPoints, speeches, phone calls, etc. for the Montana gig. And the parts of the day I didn't spend doing that, I made phone calls and wrote emails to new people for new appointments, took care of loose ends, etc. It was a very businessy day. I kind of have this strange feeling that my gainful unemployment is taking a different turn. I think this week will have a strange feel since I will be preparing Mon-Wed for the Montana presentations on Thursday and Friday.
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Ummm...Soo....what's happening? You are my realtime connection to 3 people that i think are great, and you've been awfully silent...Are you burried under 6 feet of snow???
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