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Dream A Little Dream ...

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.