Down On Ferry Farm

As the elevator’s engine whirred, Larry looked at the other two people waiting in the small room. “Hi, I’m Larry” he said hesitantly. “My name is Sarah and this is Dan,” said Sarah. Larry shook hands with Dan. “Anyone know why we’re here?” asked Dan. The other two shrugged their shoulders and shook their head ‘no’. About that time, they heard the elevator’s motor kick on. They all backed away from the door and waited for it to open. When it did, a tall, well-built man was standing there in a suit and sunglasses. They all wanted to say it, but Dan said it first: “Hey, I know you”. It was the same man that hand-delivered a message about a week before. He appeared to be Secret Service but said nothing and did not acknowledge their existence. As he exited the elevator, there was another gentleman behind him, an older man with white hair dressed in a suit. He, too, stepped from the elevator and looked at the two men and one woman that were there waiting for him. “Hello, young people” he sta

During the down times between looking for work, I do a lot of self-analysis of the kind of person I am and the kind of employee I think I am. I am not going to sit here and say that I’m the ‘model employee’ because I’m not, but I think I’m a hard worker that can be applied to most situations with which I’m familiar and can manage pretty well. I don’t like to have tasks dangling over my head – if I’m assigned to do something, I like to get it done and move on. I feel like I’ve always been a friend of the ‘common worker’ – you know, the person who comes to work, does their job and then goes home. If you ask the people I have worked with, most of them will say I fixed their (professional) problems and, if I didn’t, there was a damn good reason I didn’t (i.e. – the company didn’t want to pay for a piece or part that was needed). I always tried to be the champion of the under-dog or the person who didn’t have the power but wanted to get something simple done. If I had any sway with upper ma

I watched this movie because a friend recommended it to me. I watched this movie on videotape – but I’m not holding that against it. The movie started out with Jack Nicholson and Art Garfunkel as college roommates. I know what you’re thinking and I never would have put those two together either. It’s all about sex (as the movie’s title suggests) and it's all they talk about. In the beginning it’s about the race to get the girl. In the end, well, it seems to me it was about one man destroying another man and himself along the way. First of all, I never once bought that Nicholson was a virgin. I never once saw Candice Bergen as a woman who would give in so easily. I thought the direction was dark and the love scenes were embarrassing to watch. They were clumsy and awkward even when they were supposed to be comfortable and easy. There was a reviewers comment on the box that read, “I have experienced only three or four movies that I was genuinely sorry to see end. I was sorry to see ‘C

Over the past couple of days I helped former co-workers gain remote access to their respective offices. I was upset with them for asking. Not because it put me out or was very difficult but the fact that they were trying to be able to work from home. And they were both very happy about this. Why? The reasons I was given were: “I can work undisturbed”, “I can smoke while I’m working”, “I can work in my pajamas and be comfortable”, etc. The ‘working undisturbed’ is about the only one I can rationalize. It seems to me that you go home to get away from work. I haven’t always adhered to this philosophy so I hope I don’t come off as a hypocrite. In my position(s), I have always needed remote access to the office but I never really wanted it. I recall many years ago having a conversation that went something like this: Them: “Hey, can I borrow the company laptop?” Me: “Sure. What for?” Them: “I’m going on vacation and I want to be able to do my work” Excuse me… what?! That makes NO sense whats

Seems like anything that goes on in my life happens over the weekend. I had another date on Saturday. The one word to describe this woman is “wacky”. I think she was trying too hard to be light and funny but it almost bordered on the disturbing. This is sort of what she looked like. Her hair was a little curlier. We ended up having a lengthy talk about movies (no surprise, her favorite movie genre is ‘comedy’), which wouldn’t be bad, but I kept wanting to move on and she kept droning on about movies. I swear we talked about movies for half an hour – which is a LONG time to be talking about something on which neither participant agrees. Next came music. Okay, now I can talk about some music. Here again, we didn’t really agree but we didn’t discuss this for a very long time (something I was ready to do). I think it was pretty clear early on that we weren’t going to work out… there were too many lulls in the conversation. I don’t know about her, but I had to work hard to come up with topi