Mar. 1st, 2012 12:23 pm
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monshu's former coworker should already be on his way to the UAE. Last night I was too elated from the alcohol and the successful dinner in his honour to miss him, but now it's all sinking in. I'm very proud of him and a little bit envious; never would I have predicted that a geeky kid from the backwoods of Wisconsin whose took his first trip outside the country only last year would accept a two-year contract to work in the Middle East. But it was a good opportunity, and if he can overcome his social anxieties there no reason to think he won't succeed.
His departure from our house was a little shambolic, thanks to the incompetence of Yellow Cab, which unaccountably cancelled our first request and took so long to fulfill the second that I actually walked to Devon, grabbed a taxi, and directed it to our door. (Almost twenty minutes later a call came in telling us that our cab was outside, and I did my best to tell the dispatcher to stuff it without being overly rude.) But I told him the tiny balls of frozen rain falling in his hair would make for a great story tomorrow when he's greeting his new colleagues in 30℃ heat. Between the day-and-a-half of travel ahead of him and the 160 proof rum in his drink before dinner, I wonder how much he'll remember of the evening anyway.
I'll remember it for a number of reasons: for the presence of JGT and his two precocious sons, who regaled us with their store of grade-school jokes featuring elephants and chickens (and prompted us to dredge up some of our own). For the near-disaster that was my last-minute dessert-baking and the impressive aplomb with which the GWO tolerated the situation and even managed to laugh about it. But mostly I'll remember being able to give a good buddy a few moments of solace in the middle of a mad whirlwind of life-changing preparations.
monshu's former coworker should already be on his way to the UAE. Last night I was too elated from the alcohol and the successful dinner in his honour to miss him, but now it's all sinking in. I'm very proud of him and a little bit envious; never would I have predicted that a geeky kid from the backwoods of Wisconsin whose took his first trip outside the country only last year would accept a two-year contract to work in the Middle East. But it was a good opportunity, and if he can overcome his social anxieties there no reason to think he won't succeed.His departure from our house was a little shambolic, thanks to the incompetence of Yellow Cab, which unaccountably cancelled our first request and took so long to fulfill the second that I actually walked to Devon, grabbed a taxi, and directed it to our door. (Almost twenty minutes later a call came in telling us that our cab was outside, and I did my best to tell the dispatcher to stuff it without being overly rude.) But I told him the tiny balls of frozen rain falling in his hair would make for a great story tomorrow when he's greeting his new colleagues in 30℃ heat. Between the day-and-a-half of travel ahead of him and the 160 proof rum in his drink before dinner, I wonder how much he'll remember of the evening anyway.
I'll remember it for a number of reasons: for the presence of JGT and his two precocious sons, who regaled us with their store of grade-school jokes featuring elephants and chickens (and prompted us to dredge up some of our own). For the near-disaster that was my last-minute dessert-baking and the impressive aplomb with which the GWO tolerated the situation and even managed to laugh about it. But mostly I'll remember being able to give a good buddy a few moments of solace in the middle of a mad whirlwind of life-changing preparations.
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