Last night I got a phone call from my sister-in-law*, La La. She and my brother, Grease, were on their way to Nearby Town B to grab a burger and some beers. So I went to meet them.
Grease and I had a good time dissing relatives we hate and lauding those we love and just plain reminiscing. But Grease has different memories than I do because (1) he is older and (2) because he has a penis. Back in the good old days the roles of the sexes were cut and dried.
He learned to tear engines apart and put them back together again under the domineering eye of my volatile father. I learned that girls shut up and do what they are told. No matter, it's decades later now. I've forgotten how to shut up and do what I am told. But Grease took his mechanical abilities and turned them into a viable business (which has since been sold).
At any rate, time flew last night. At 9:15 I thought, "I'm usually thinking about going to bed at this time." And when I got in my car to go home it was 11:30. I'm feeling it today.
I went to the bar last night totally exasperated with a client who got herself into web hosting hell AGAINST MY ADVICE. She was still siteless this morning.
Today was not good. I HATE talking on the phone and spent a good part of the day doing just that. I had "emergency" needs from another client, too, which required a trip to Big Town. I went hoping that someone would win the hosting wars while I was gone. And all I wanted to do was take a nap.
The hosting problem got solved in the middle of the afternoon. The site is up and running again and the client learned that nothing is truly "free". I am counting down the minutes until I get my nap. Hopefully, about 10 hours worth.
*I don't even know why I'm qualifying this but La La is not married to my brother. It's just easier to introduce La La as my sister-in-law. She's been with my brother a little longer than I have been married and I've been married forever.
Friday, May 25, 2007
It's All Relative
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Did any of those stories involve my dad?? :) Hopefully he's one you like!
Also I always have a hard time imaging your dad as volatile. I always pictured your dad as the nice one! ;) And considering how soft my gramps has gotten over the last 10-15 years, it just seems weird! My dad always tells me that even when I was a kid, it still doesn't compare!
Hanging out late rocks.
Clients suck.
Naps rock.
Being a boy isn't all that. They never learn to pay any attention to themselves, and are surprised when they drop dead of stress.
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