yesterday was a memorable day for me in a funny sort of way. i'll share one part of it. it's a bit long winded; please bear with me.
my boss and i were slated for a meeting in downtown santa barbara yesterday at 2 pm. i decided that it would be a more efficient use of time if i didn't go. my boss agreed.
at about 1:30, as my boss was getting ready to leave for this meeting, he fell under a dizzy spell. he didn't feel stable enough to drive. the only option was for me to take him to the meeting. in his giant ford f150 pickup.
in a hurry i gathered up my stuff. i had the wits to toss my hair brush into the bag. by now the boss said the room is really spinning. so i grabbed a trader joe's paper bag in case he vomits in the car.
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i could barely reach the pedals. i had to hug the steering wheel in order to drive. i zipped around in the lunch traffic and all the swerving nearly killed my boss. i took the paper bag and put it on the dashboard in front of him.
i decided to use the new parking structure next to coffee cat. i had to drive round and round up three stories before i found a parking space. my boss was borderline dead by the time we got out of the car.
i still hadn't brushed my hair. i was going to sneak into a restroom to tidy up before the meeting but i didn't want to risk being seen with unkempt hair by important people. so i brushed as i walked. and i noticed that my boss had started to walk with increasing distance from me. he must have been afraid to be seen next to someone with a bird's nest on her head. which was fine. because i didn't want to be seen with him and his trader joe's bag anyway.
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our meeting was in a building just across the street from the parking structure. we made it in plenty time. sure, it was a waste of time for the both of us to be at this meeting. but i was so glad that i didn't have to speak in front of a dozen strangers.
the meeting went on for 90 minutes. the total amount of time my boss spoke: 90 seconds.
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boss was still feeling lousy when we left the meeting. the weather was magnificient so i was happy that i got to be outside. i couldn't help but gawk around, wishing i had my camera with me. i noticed that one of the small trees on the sidewalk was mulched with wine corks.
thuy: hey boss, wine corks. clever...
boss: [loudly] watch out don't hit the lady with...
it was too late. i ran into the lady with... the baby. she was walking in front of me and decided to stop. by the time i took my eyes off the corks and turned around, my face was right in the baby's face. i was surprised that the baby didn't cry.
boss: watch your steps.
thuy: i'm not used to all these people. no one walks around in carpinteria
except me and waffles. we rule the sidewalks.
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on the way back to the office, we were stuck in traffic. i decided to distract my boss from the stop and go motion with: did you know that the guy who heads the human genome project believes in god? we bantered about various religions and it led to the mormons. he told me a little bit about his experience, how he went to the temple for the first time at nineteen.
boss: i was given a password to get into heaven.
thuy: i want to go to heaven! please tell me the password!
boss: [pause] it's one of the deciples' names, but i don't remember which.
[started to laugh really hard] oh dear, i don't remember!
it would have been a lot funnier if he vomited. but he didn't. still, i hadn't laughed so hard in a long time. i hope hell will be just as funny.
I thought that was you I saw passing by the Coffee Cat. I was in a meeting right outside and I couldn't interrupt to grab you. Then again, if I HAD grabbed you, you might have turned around and hit me. So maybe it was meant to happen just like that. :)
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It's more than that, the guy doesn't just believe in God, he's evangelical.
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