Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Flat issues
Lots of shuffling between the Cat Flat, Small Flat and the Populous Flat. Clandestinos (the Italian for WithOut Papers) everywhere. So I became a very busy person, with just enough time to fit in a pleasant Friday dinner with McEntee, Kilgour and Pearson. A fault entirely of my own, for I have hardly seen anything of Pearson this year, with the one exception of a few weeks back, when I was fobbed off with the unimaginative, curt yet honest "i'm ironing my pants this evening".
McEntee finally gets to Walk The Earth, and i'm looking forward to the tales. He (and her) members of the anti-public transport campaign, will be vehemently opposed to skimping, and I hope that they don't run out of cashola too fast, for there will be less tales to be heard. Oz is the final destination, as McEntee yet again predicts that he will not end up in GeekWorld. This has a greater chance of transpiring, as the job at SAIC was an armtwisted by Allan.
Saturday was busy-ness again, but there was enough time to run down to the bar to meet Bell, with the always delightful company of Vasella. We yapped, laughed, drank, horified each other with stories, learned things of Venuezula. And the Vesella went to the toilet, and the men, who had separated from the girls at this point, all daggered their eyes at me and demanded to know What When Who and Why I knew someone like this. All very flattering for me - except of course nobody bought the explanation "she's not my type - and i'm not her type". Assumptions of homosexuality were brewed. What struck me though, was something that happened that evening, and something similar which happened during the day. The thrifty use of compliments and politeness.
Earlier in the day, I was sat in the sandwich shop with Montgomery, and he demanded I drive him somewhere. I said "of course, but there is no need to make the demand". to which he quite appropriately touchéd "you are the only person i speak like this to, because this is how you speak to me".
Later in the day, in the bar, I could have disqualified some of the insults I flung the way Vesella (who was acting in the manner of an Estate Agent) by perhaps allowing the comment "an incredibly honest person, yadda, yadda yadda".
What goes around comes around, and I'm not talking Karma here. We make the environment we live in, and what makes me feel good is my fellow humans feeling good. Give a little, and take back so much more.
Today I travelled across London town enroute to work for a Big TV Company. Walking through the campus, I made many assumptions on my first day, which, like all assumptions, will flitter away to nil as I become more familiar with the people and the environment. However, I think that one assumption will stay - TV is sexy.
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