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March 9, 2017
A Week Without Cookies
On Tuesday, my boss pulls me asside and says I have to take over Nassir's CEMLI's. This is a shock to me. Like, they're basically doubling my workload. So, for good or for ill, I'm basically indespinsible now.
For lunch on Wednesday, we have a team lunch and we all go out to lunch because Nassir is leaving us. I mean, no one says that, but that's what it is, really.
We have lunch at this Thai place I've never been to, and I know what to order now. I order the Yellow Curry with Beef. Not spicy. At all. And this is what Nassir brought me to, somehow. Somehow, when I walk into a Thai restaurant, out of everything on the menu, I know what I like best, because I've had everything. And I miss that I think. I don't miss Carl's Junior. I dont' miss that at all. I don't miss eating alone, scarfing my meals like a wild raccoon.
Somehow, he slips off and pays for everyone's meal...there's probably 10 of us. And he just slips off and pays for everyone surreptitiously.
And this is where we are.
After work, I ride my bike up to Jackrabbit trail, looking for the place where the guy jumped his dirt bike across all 4 lanes of Highway 60. I find it Right where I expected. He ramped from North to South, just east of the summit. Halfway between the summit and Jackrabbit Trail.
Now, they've completely blocked off access to his ramp. They went in with front-end loaders and blocked it off with dirt and trees and ditches. It's completely unpassable now.
After taking a few snapshots and a brief video, I head into Riverside. A bunch of us contractors are going out for dinner and salsa dancing after work. There's a Lambo out front and we all have dinner at this fancy restaurant called Mario's.
Afterwards, no Salsa Dancing because we were running late. So, they all go bar hopping but I head towards my place in Riverside.
I'm completely out of gas and the low fuel light is on and I've already gone 20 miles so I'm very close to running out of fuel. I don't have my plasitc jerry can of gas. It melted last summer on the ride up to SF.
Suddenly, I realize that I don't have my camera. Turn around and head back to Mario's. I get there, and check my phone. John has texted me that I left my camera in the restaurant and he has it.
Now, I'm heading back home very low on fuel and man I hope I don't run out of gas. Like, how do I get myself in these situations? They should get someone smarter out here on this project.
Thursday
This is my first time back in Riverside in a month, and it's really strange. Like, I really didn't think that we'd be able to come back in here. Every time we return, they've shifted us down another row of cubes. Pushing us ever closer to obsolesence. Like, they clearly don't have space for us. They've made that imminently clear. Intuitively obvious to the casual observer.
Nassir leaves, and we say goodbye. John and I go to lunch.
Then this afternoon,suddenly, it dawns on me....we didn't get any cookies yesterday. Where in the hell are the cookie girls? Apparently, they're both in Oakland this week. Son of a bitch.
Posted by Rob Kiser on March 9, 2017 at 4:37 PM
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