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note: it is monday night, 10:40 paris time; i've been off the clock for half an hour and am using the time to do this update and write my postcards. i have no idea if i'll have any more free time this week. i wasn't expecting to have this, even. most of the below was actually written while sitting in the waiting area at the airport.
So, as you all know, at 3:30 Thursday afternoon, the attorneys called and said "Come to Paris we need you OMG." Flattering, I suppose, in its way. Huge numbers of ancillary employees were mobilized to get me equipped in time to catch this plane. I told petty cash I needed Euros, and hang the normal 24-hour advance notice they require. I told IT I needed a laptop with an 18-gig complement of Stuff loaded on it, and screw the fact that the internal hard drive is only 10G. Essentially, every previous concept anyone had of even speedy turnaround -- shot to hell. It has now been 53 hours since the phone rang, and I'm chillin' at the gate with a half hour to go before boarding.
( In between, there was Friday. )
( Saturday. )
( I. Sing. The praises. Of cmshaw. )
( business class. )
That's all I've got from the flight, and in fact, until today. It wasn't long before I lay back and went to sleep, and I slept until about an hour before landing -- which was all the sleep I was going to get. Landed, reclaimed my luggage, waited forever for the shuttle to bring me to the hotel, checked in, and about twenty minutes later ran into two of my attorneys in the hallway. I was zipping around for the rest of the afternoon, finding stuff and arranging things and being exhausted. My mother had come in on the train to visit me (from The Hague), and in the evening she and I went into the city and had crepes for dinner, very nice, walked around a bit, bought postcards, nothing big but at least I got out of the building. Hasn't happened since. :-) Came back here, and I was working again from 9 to 11, and then up early this morning so we could have breakfast together before she hopped the train back and I got to work -- at 7:15. And you saw what time I knocked off.
Ah, billable hours.
Another early morning tomorrow, so I shall go write those postcards now while I'm still conscious. Love you all, and see you soon --
So, as you all know, at 3:30 Thursday afternoon, the attorneys called and said "Come to Paris we need you OMG." Flattering, I suppose, in its way. Huge numbers of ancillary employees were mobilized to get me equipped in time to catch this plane. I told petty cash I needed Euros, and hang the normal 24-hour advance notice they require. I told IT I needed a laptop with an 18-gig complement of Stuff loaded on it, and screw the fact that the internal hard drive is only 10G. Essentially, every previous concept anyone had of even speedy turnaround -- shot to hell. It has now been 53 hours since the phone rang, and I'm chillin' at the gate with a half hour to go before boarding.
( In between, there was Friday. )
( Saturday. )
( I. Sing. The praises. Of cmshaw. )
( business class. )
That's all I've got from the flight, and in fact, until today. It wasn't long before I lay back and went to sleep, and I slept until about an hour before landing -- which was all the sleep I was going to get. Landed, reclaimed my luggage, waited forever for the shuttle to bring me to the hotel, checked in, and about twenty minutes later ran into two of my attorneys in the hallway. I was zipping around for the rest of the afternoon, finding stuff and arranging things and being exhausted. My mother had come in on the train to visit me (from The Hague), and in the evening she and I went into the city and had crepes for dinner, very nice, walked around a bit, bought postcards, nothing big but at least I got out of the building. Hasn't happened since. :-) Came back here, and I was working again from 9 to 11, and then up early this morning so we could have breakfast together before she hopped the train back and I got to work -- at 7:15. And you saw what time I knocked off.
Ah, billable hours.
Another early morning tomorrow, so I shall go write those postcards now while I'm still conscious. Love you all, and see you soon --
