Elaine was asking me if you had a job. I told you that you did. I guess she's again looking for work. I have a 2-day micro-contract on Thursday and Friday in San Jose. It should be fun, even if nothing more becomes of it. As I always say, don't work too hard! --- Gail <http://profiles.yahoo.com/gail> wrote: > This was Monday: > I think my brain has turned to mush and is leaking out my ear. Either > that or it was way too hot to take a walk a little while ago. I just > checked the bank across the street and it's 89' here in downtown > Pleasanton, so that may be it. But I'm sticking to the brains leaking > story. > > We're into another fascinating Monday of testing apps on the mobile > phones. Mostly sports stuff this morning. And you thought a baseball > game was boring *in person!!* Let me tell you. It's got nothing on this > stupid BB app on a slow phone. We break it up by drinking lots of water > and going to the QP restroom. (We're desperate.) > > That is somewhat of an adventure. Whoever designed this building > should've had their head examined. The restrooms are outside. Not as in > an outhouse, but the door to the little rooms is out our back door down > a balcony and into the restroom doors. The designer saw fit to run the > air conditioning exhaust up from the first floor into vents in the > floor of the balcony. You come out our back door and right into four > air conditioning exhaust vents, which you have to run past to get to > the restrooms or the parking lot. > > So, you come from the office, which they keep at a freezing 65' for > some unknown reason. Guys are walking around in shorts and fleece > jackets. Into this blast furnice of 110' and back into little rooms > that are chilled down to "keeping ice cream frozen" range. It's an > adventure. > > And this is Now: > It's Tuesday and I have one brain cell still staggering around trying > to function. Thought I'd email before it gives up the ghost. > > We have an interesting crew out here in Pleasanton. Our Fearless Leader > is this kid who has long hair and looks like of rough and gruff, but > he's really a sweetheart. He's 30 years old, although I refused to > believe him at first. He looks like he may have just turned 21. He has > long black hair down to the middle of his back -- wavy, very nice. Big > eyes, and a bit of a moustache and beard. He's really the nicest > guys I've encountered in a long time. Patient, never seems rattled, > interesting. Self-efacing. > > He came in Monday with two braids. We speculated that he comes in with > braids when he has lots of extra time... but it turned out that he > doesn't know how to braid. So, only comes in with them when he's > visited his mother over the weekend. She braids his hair on Sunday > night and he comes in Monday with it. Isn't that sweet!?!? > > The funny part is that he plays guitar in a head-banger band. Real Curt > Cobain type of stuff. I have a hard time imagining him in the role of > hard-ass, cynical rocker. > > We call him the BHSO, which stands for Big Hairy Scary One. He is about > 6'3", well filled out, has long hair... but I can't see the "scary" > part. He had the nicname before I got here. If you're interested I can > find out the story of how he got that name... I can even send pictures > next time I get a camera phone to test! > > Well, I will crawl back to my desk and pretend that the money is worth > it. > > Send email when you get time! > TTYL, > Gail > > I think I need help...