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04/24/02 - Is this an emergency? The caller is from a large food store chain and is telling me I have to get hold of someone from an electrical company I answer for. Mind you, it�s one o�clock in the morning. Supposedly, the electrician has taken a bucket of bolts from the store and the food store needs them back right now. That�s when I asked if this is an emergency. The reply ... yes. I can�t reach the person the store wants, he�s not on call. So, I call the o/c person and he says that I should go ahead and reach so and so cause he�s the one who has the bucket. So, I reach so and so and he says he�s not going to give back the bucket of bolts, it�s his bucket. He tells me to tell them that they can�t have them. I say, no, you tell them. I�m not going to get in the middle of a bunch of little boys fighting over a bucket of bolts. Gees ... some emergency. Then I get a call from The New Guy saying he can�t sleep. That�s not a problem. I�m used to getting calls in the middle of the night from friends who can�t sleep. As long as you can put up with my hold music, it doesn�t bother me. And, I enjoyed hearing from him. I told him the bucket of bolts story and I�m sure he had no problem sleeping after that. My wee hour of the morning adventures seem to lack something in the translation. So then, it got a bit quiet and I finally had a chance to do something I had put on hold for, well, almost four months. My Agent gave me a video the end of last year, a late Christmas present. For some reason the fact that I didn�t get a chance to check the video out right away caused a big problem for My Agent. Oh, I tried. There was a CD that went with the video and I listened to that a couple of times. But, I just don�t watch TV much, and every time I tried to watch that video, I got interrupted. Anyway, the other day at work I was asked if I wanted them to hook up a video player, they had a spare one. That sounded cool to me. So they did. And last night I decided to bring that damn video with me. I still got interrupted, but I also got quite adept at working the pause button. And now I know why My Agent was so upset. He was in the video, the last two minutes of it. He could have told me that, don�t you think? I never got to the end before. I haven�t decided whether I will call My Agent to tell him I watched the video. I think I fired him the night he made me apologize to him. I never wanted an agent anyway. Actually, My Agent was only a nick name. I named him that because he is a talent agent. And the video? It�s called Sy Klopps Blues Band Live At The Fillmore (1995). I ended up watching the video twice. The music was good and I especially liked the psychedelic multi-colored amoebae drop overhead projection thingys that were a trade mark of concerts at the Filmore. I like that. The video is a keeper, My Agent, however, was not. And that was the end of another hard day�s night. |