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I’ll try to craft up the greatest hits of 1997-98 at somepoint, if only because some of the shit we pulled off still makes me laugh…i think a new category is in order–the older i get get better i was (quebey was fond of that phrase).

but for now:

so i went back in to the big client’s office in DC yesterday. i only did a half day trip, taking the 12:40 train down. the train was full of some group of european art students or something, they all knew eachother and woudl talk to eachother but say all over the train car, it was weird.

so i wore a tie, b/c i noticed that all the men i was seeing on the floor where i’m working wear ties. oh i forgot to mention…i’m getting a key to the executive washroom. yup, i’ve finally hit the big time. well it’s a bathroom, on the executive floor, on the side of the floor where the CEO is, and one needs a key to get into is. but i have to admit, i don’t think it’s really the executive washroom, well if it is, i’m sorta saddened by it. though there might be a martini bar in the handicrapper stall, i should investigate that.

so anyway, i headed down to DC without incident. even got some work done on the train. after i navigated the metro with no worries-though i actually had to wait for a train, which i’ve never had to do before (all 2 times) i guess b/c it was midday and not rush hour, no biggie.

walking from the metro to the office building i heard a ton of sirens and noticed on of those super fast action motorcade/caravan/bunch of unmarked suv’s that have lights and shit than you don’t notice unless their on. ok so i ‘m in DC makes some sense, this shit happens all the i’d imagine. so what weird is, you ahve the first suv come and block off the intersection for the other 3 or so. it’s a red suv with the driver wearing one of those "i’m a special tactics cop so i wear this so you don’t recongnize me when i bust down your door whie being filmed by a TV crew" ski masks. ok, fair enough, i guess he’s afraid bystanders will identify him as he blocks off intersections. his partner, however, didn’t seems concerned as he was sitting there in the passenger seat with his wanna be matrix sunglasses.

so they block the intersection, ok fine. then a fucking pickuptruck with tinted windows and the hidden police lights zooms by. apparently this government agency (or highly motivated high schoolers) now tricks out pickups. i just don’t get that. why do you need an unmarked police/law enforcement/cia pickup truck. i mean if you need space…use one of the super suv’s, of you need to haul a top secret washer/dryer combo, you use the unmarked pickup? i don’t get it, oh well.

so then a couple more cars sped by and it was overwith. it only saw that masked dood for a second, but i could tell i would hate him. i’m sure he’s prolly spent some time in special ops in some hot zone and now is doing this until his orders come through. and i’m sure he’d look at me and shake his head b/c i don’tknow what a dangerous world it is and all the things that go on everyday that i’d disagree with but are necessary so that i can live my cushy naive life. yup, i’m sure of it. i hate him.

so this meeting was my first solo meeting with the project lead/interim president of this new company. it’s times like these that i wonder how the hell i ended up where i am. the meeting went well, i really, all i need to do is keep alist of milestones and check in with peple to see if they are hitting them. i don’t think these people want (or need) me to really do anything else. but i’ll admit i still get a little nervous when its actually time to do my job. i suppose that’s natural.

at one point the client said "why go to school to get an MBA when you can get one on the job?" in a sort of sarcastic mocking tone. I had no fucking clue what she was talking about…my mind raced 1) is she getting her MBA and is making fun of how much work she needs to do for that and her job at the same time? 2) did someone tell her i’m getting my MBA and she’s making fun of me? 3) he hates people with MBA’s and is testing to see if i hate them too?

turns out after some awkward laughter, it was 3, well no, not really. though we did make some good fun of mba. (which for the record i do actually hate) no no i don’t i’m jealous. but i digress.

I then high tailed it out of there to catch a train home it’s weird they open up the trains about 35 mins before the depart, and they just get fucking packed. what’s even weirder, is i’m starting to recognize people from previous trips, there’s this hippy red headed girl that always takes off her huge faux deersking coat and stuffs it in the overhead rack. and there is this one gadget dood, that has the most pronouced flavor saver i’ve seen. (good yielded no suitable examples of flavor savers).  he seems to have all sorts of gadets, ranging from huge 1970’s esque earmuff head phones, to some sort of camera phone that looks like it could be used to do one’s taxes.

anyway. onsite 2 times in one week, and i’m still alive to talk about it. amazing.