Jimmy Crack Corn..
Tuesday, March 9th, 2004Plane flight late, train late & crowded, and hotel forgot I was coming. They put me in this makeshift conference/hotel room, the ones with the collapsable walls that allow you to see the streaking light from the room next door. I toyed with the idea of putting “The Honorable Mr. Broniec” in the little paper meeting room slot in front of the room, but was too tired.
When did I turn into this person who cares about simple trivial stuff like that? Why can’t I just be appreciative of everything good? The bed was soft, and the shaggy blanket was shaggy, and the room has a balcony overlooking the awning entryway to the hotel. So I can step out to smoke without having to go down to the bar and stare into the ceiling to avoid the single guy alone hysteria.
I added an automatic document feeder to the scanner this morning. The thing was gargantuan! I may have skipped a step in our backup rotation. I came in this morning to a video conferencing problem that made the morning tiredness fog disappear.
It’s sunny outside and about 50 degrees. I’m alive. You’re alive. These are very good things. A person will be hired here in the next few weeks. I’m glad. Good for the unemployed person in need of a job. There was talk about hiring someone internally, but I think it’s our patriotic duty to add one up to the employed list, regardless of whether or not I have any say in the matter.
I’ve got to go eat food now. Besides, I think the little IBM laptop I tend to is about finished replicating. Good boy. This old ThinkPad makes me nostalgic for my old butterfly keyboarded thinkpad that I used to have. It was my first laptop. My buddy Zack used to work at CompUSA and got me a good deal on it.
Time for lunch.