The Longest Four-Day Week In History…

…or at least my history.

Good gravy, where to begin? At the end, I suppose. Today was Car Crash Friday (likely followed by Body Work Monday and Insurance Adjuster Tuesday). A volunteer at the Omnipresent Charitable Organization mistook the throttle for the brake when entering the underground parking garage this afternoon and took out two cars as well as her own leg. Not what she’d bargained for, I suspect. Back at the office, I was waiting for our resident graphic artist’s G4 to reboot (for the umpteenth time after Apple’s disk utility pronounced it to be fine) when we heard a great thwak outside. We rushed to the window to see that one of the local Tuner Boyz had blown the stop sign as well as the left turn and cracked his custom Mustang convertible into the power pole across the street.

Surprisingly, he drove that heap away (despite the antifreeze puking from the eviscerated radiator). The elderly volunteer wasn’t so lucky. She got a ride to the hospital courtesy of the city’s ambulance service. He ticket to ride was a badly mangled leg according to unnamed sources.

Those events capped off a perfect week highlighted by me leaving voicemail for a staff member asking about her voicemail problems, a cellphone beta test that left security staff scratching their heads, and arranging phone service for an office that has yet to be built (and is actually being built by the gentleman who will be inhabiting said office).

I’ll be heading off to Los Angeles County this weekend to fix things at my sister’s new house, along with my Dad and my other sister. There is a lot to do, of course, but I look forward to the dogpile/attack mood that this weekend promises. Sounds like Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, doesn’t it? I just wish we had Disney’s budget to get it done (and 150 more guys). Dad and I will do electrical, gas, and plumbing. My sister will do the landscaping. The proud homeowners will drive to Home Depot (and Aliberto’s Cocina #17) and get the things that we need. That sounds about right.

Crap, crap. There was something else that I thought I should put here, but for the time being, it has completely slipped my mind (off that greasy dome? it’s no wonder. – ed Thanks for that. – bob). I’ll try to make a point to remember and post it, as the only thing I can recall about it was that it was lovely and poignant. I think.

Or something.

bob