I’m definitely not staying here. I cannot foresee myself working like this – near the back door. I’m used to being SERVICED pronto. Here, we have to beg – actually get up and meet the contact person. It doesn’t make sense to use emails, help desk tickets or the phones if things around here cannot get done pronto.
Plus, I’m not getting younger. I’ve haven’t done anything during the past four decades and would like to travel to religious sites, like Mecca and Rome. I told Mike and Steve that I’d like to go to Hong Kong, Australia and overseas but I failed to mention Hawaii because a honeymoon is the only time I’d like to go there.
So I kept scheming, star gazing, day dreaming and laughed out loud! I’m so loud that the sound echoed throughout the Greek/Mediterranean restaurant. I had Falafel – two HARD meatball-like, garbanzo beans of green color and two half-sized flat breads and ranch dressing! I owe Mike for the misunderstanding.
I took a free ride with Steve because I tried to rough the walk without, as Mike put it, my “parasol”. It was too friggin’ hot there and back! So Steve bikes and doesn’t speak his language. Lots of stories and too much to remember, except how clean both his and Mike’s cars are compared to mine.
For the first walk there, I learned of Mike’s 2-year boy and 6-month old girl and how he dated and gotten old and decided to make family because (like any story) he had no where else to go but with someone who is compatible.
So that’s the reality: Food, friends, fun and fuglies!
