My demo was for managers and RETIRED employees.  Some were so old that I swear they had no idea where they were or why. Throwing NEW TECHNOLOGY at them seemed cruel when they needed help opening their styrofoam lunch containers, as did the chewy cookie dessert.   One of the old guys has our biggest building at the fire center named after him.  Every time the current director tossed a question at the old dude, he ignored it and continued chewing, which was fun because I never saw him actually take a bite of anything.  He just sat there looking straight ahead, angrily.

"JACK! I asked if the FIRE SEASON IN TEXAS and NORTH CAROLINA USED TO BE AS LONG AND EARLY AS IT IS NOW?!!"  Tim yelled.

"WHAT!?" he finally responded, "Idon'tgiveagoddamnedaboutthatstuffnowcripes…Ithoughweweregoingtoarestaurant….!" mumble mumble…

He was the size of a biggish toddler. A biggish grumpy toddler.  His wife looked to be a youthful 87.  She kept patting his hand, both of which he had positioned on the table like crude utensils.  Like you might if someone insisted that you keep your hands where they could be seen at all times.  They were a cute couple. I'd love to have them in matching jars on my mantel.  Floating in their little suits…

The MINUTE no one asked a question of me for 5 breaths, I unplugged my laptop and ran out the door, got in my car, drove home, loaded dogs, and drove to GL.  Ran in the desert. Home for beer and my chips and salsa dinner.  I have 5 messages about leaving my coat in the conference room. Dammit.   I just bought that coat, BUT I hate the JW building because it represents meetings and TIME LOST to me.  Even though its only about 100 steps from my office I know I will not be back to get my coat until I have to be…which will be awhile, I'm on travel status 3 out of the next 6 weeks.  It's just not worth it.  Maybe they can keep it and name a building after it someday.  The Katy's Northface Knockoff Prefab Technology Demo Closet.  

Relief.  I needed that run. I need this beer. I may stay up all night just enjoying …nothing. 

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