June 16, 2003
WWBD?
Let's see, where did I leave off? Saturday, I went to a book sale at Fort Mason. Roommate and I are bookworms, but he even more so than I. He told me of this sale and suggested it could be potential cruising grounds for single, attractive men. That's not why I went. When we got there, we realized that it was a mini-sale, which was more apt to leave us wanting than buying. And that there were no single, attractive men. It's funny what I learn at events such as these. After the first few minutes, I discovered that I was not as interested in reading every single Judith Krantz novel that exists, even though I could have picked them all up at this sale for fifty cents each. I discovered that some people don't know that it is a good idea to shower (at least) before you leave your home to circulate among other people. I discovered that some people are to books as I am to...I can't think of anything right now.
I was browsing, very slowly, over a table of paperbacks. I wasn't really interested in buying anything, just browsing to kill time. This guy, not too much older than I, bumps into me and keeps going, almost pushing me along. When I put my hand on the table to stop him from pushing me completely over, I heard him say "keep up or get trampled on." Huh? So I sit and watch him for a minute or so, and I realize that he's the kinda guy that's all "oh my books! Don't touch my books! These are mine! Hands off! I know you want them, but you cannot have them!" I sat outside for the duration of the visit to the sale. I figured that the poker game on my cell phone was so much more exhilarating.
After that, we walked over to Crissy Field and sat by the beach for a while. It was a gorgeous sunny day, lots of half-naked men jogging by, and even more friendly, furry dogs. I love dogs. There is a breed of dog that I would love to have, but I don't know what they're called. They're fairly big dogs, like golden retrievers, although they have a black body, a white chest, and fringes of brown here and there. They look like a St. Bernard on a diet. Anyway, they're just plain cute, and I would love to have one. In fact, if I were a rich man, I would buy a huge plot of land somewhere, go to the nearest animal shelter, and take all of the dogs home with me, and let them run free on the land. That is so silly.
Saturday night I did my laundry. The place I go must have a rotating work schedule because every time I go, there's a new person working. To my enjoyment, the attendant on this night was a laundry nazi. I really don't like that word, but it's so accurate. Long story short, two hours later, my clothes were clean, and I was praying for a washer and dryer for my birthday.
Sunday was spent exactly as I expected: watching Buffy. That's all. Nothing more. No fun, no excitement, just Buffy and the Scooby gang.
Monday is quiet, quiet, quiet. Half of our staff is in San Antonio, Texas at the 39th Annual DIA Conference, the pharmaceutical/biotech industry's yearly get-together, mega-convention. We're "officially" showing our product at this conference to the unsuspecting public. It's a good product, it's finally stable and honestly, I like it. I hope it goes well, although that means so much more work for us later this summer. That's OK. Job security, you know.
That's all, I guess.
