This is the view from my car, the G-Mobile; this is the view from my car outside the building where I work; this is the view from my car when I go to get in it and the passive theft detection kicks in--there is a short in the electrical system that makes it think someone is messing with the ignition--so that I cannot start the car for ten minutes. Then, after ten minutes go by, I get the chance to try and start the car again. I say "chance" because we can go through two rounds--twenty minutes--of this on infrequent occasions, most recently last week when I spent 20 minutes sitting at a BP gas pump next to the Interstate. At first it was very exciting and good to know that the car was trying to keep people from stealing it. The bloom, however, is certainly off of that rose. I also thought this was a new problem--it didn't happen the first six months we owned the car--but after talking to Mel(ody)'s grandmother--we bought the car from her . . . hence its name: it was always the Gramsiemobile which we tried to make tough, hip, smart by shortening to the G-Mobile (limited success has ensued)--at Thanksgiving and it had done the same thing to her. She took it to her mechanic, dropped $300 to get it fixed before they just said it couldn't be done. You do, however as well, see all kinds of things you wouldn't normally see/notice by virtue of sitting impatiently in the front seat of your car waiting for the red blinking theft protection light in the instrument panel to finally go off. There's a story in there somewhere . . .
Work continues apace. The new full-time GS (Graphics Specialist) started this morning so we had a long production meeting to go over the spring production schedule: 4 new books (two technology forecasts, two biomed-related books), some new promotional materials, some things to be updated, and the new project of producing downloadable technical illustrations/graphics. Then I went and got my leave slip signed to be off as of Wednesday a week from now until after the first of the year. I mean, it's like three weeks. That will be the longest jump of time I've been off in years. Maybe I'll write that story about some poor unhappy bastard who is stuck seeing things he doesn't want to see by virtue of sticking around places ten/twenty minutes longer than he really needs/wants to . . .
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