Thursday 06/29/2023
So I tidied the apartment and was just about to head out the door for a day at Shustek when my phone rang. It was Joe, the cantankerous old coot (and he is all three things even looking from my age). His Firefox was doing weird things and he couldn’t get to his email, and must be my fault. I went and spent half an hour, and I am ashamed to admit I lost my temper with him. That was when he said I had promised to be there yesterday morning at 8 and didn’t come. See yesterday. His email was on the screen when I left. I got to Shustek in Milpitas at 10 exactly, then spent ten minutes writing an email to Bert, who runs the tech squad, explaining the situation and saying I can’t work with Joe any more.
After lunch I polished off the last of Sandy Fraser’s papers, so I had processed most of the 40+ boxes (Toni did a box or two one day) into 29 storage boxes. Yay me. Gretta was very complimentary on the achievement.
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