|A walk in the park...
||[Sep. 15th, 2005|11:34 pm]
|||||Berlioz Symphanie Fantastique, Movement 5||]|
Wednesday, I had four clients in the city to visit.
After the first two clients, I went to Mr. Broadway in the city. It was about 10:50/11 o’clockish. I ordered a nice meal accompanied by Sam Adams beer. When I was about three-quarters the way through the beer, I realized, “Maybe I shouldn’t be having a beer this early in the morning.” I started thinking, “well, when is early enough? And surely it is case dependant.” Some people think you shouldn’t have a beer until after 12 noon. But what if you woke up at some ungodly hour like 3 am and have been up since? Then even 10 am is reasonable. Some people think that you shouldn’t have a beer until you’ve been up for at least an hour? Well, that might be true if you wake up around noon, but what if you woke up at 5 and met some friends for dinner at 5:30 (I’ve seen it happen. In fact, I’ve done it). Surely a beer at 5:45 wouldn’t be such an ethical dilemma? And what if you woke up at 8:30 pm after going to bed around 11 am? (Maybe you are the guy who woke up at 3 am?) Let’s say you woke up at 8:30 pm and found your apartmentmates having a party with some really cool friends of yours, everyone drinking. Surely, you can immediately have a beer.
So, lets break this down:
The earliest time you can have a beer is inversely proportional to when you wake up. As time approaches lateness-of-night, the time between when you wake up and when you can have a beer decreases.
After the meal, I headed to my next client and got their an hour early. Place was closed so I had to kill time. I spent most of it looking for a cool place to sit down. As my co-worker Joel would say, “It was hot as bawls!” I found a nice little enclosed public areas where I spent some time hacking away at wireless networks and completing that day’s Su Doku puzzle.
I got to the next client, who has tonz of money. They own their own edition of Talmud, have their own campus at Hebrew U., and their own synagogue, among other things. They are out of the country, and I was checking to make sure all their computers and networks still worked in their apartments. My clients assistant is French. She was talking to another person in French about how much she dislikes computers, and her friend was like, “Il peut vous entendre! (shhhhh, he might hear you!)” or something like that. She was like, “Il ne peut pas parler français. (He can’t speak French.)” or something like that. So I answered, “En fait, oui je puis. (Actually, yes I can.)” They both laughed hysterically. Probably at my bad translation and pronunciation skills, but still, they got a kick and asked how I knew French.
Keep in mind that I haven’t spoken French since high school. I know for a fact I cannot speak French. If you ask me to say something, I’d probably have no idea. I can read it okay, though. How I was able to understand and reply, I have no idea. I think it was like how Harry Potter could only speak parsletounge in book 2 when looking at a snake-like object.
After that, I went to my last client. The only interesting thing there that happened was I was fixing some contacts in this guy’s Outlook, and I came across a guy named Dick Hyman. I mean, seriously. Who would name their kid Dick if their last name was Hyman. And if your parents decided to do that to you, wouldn’t it be better to refer to yourself as Richard?
Anyway. I need sleep. Nite all.