April 3, 1997
Dear Everyone:
Happy Birthday to “Park”, who will be three years
old by the time you get this.
We met with Company’s San Francisco Conference
Center people last Tuesday.
When CREMCO redesigned the new World Headquarters last year, they
decided that they needed to upgrade the meeting facilities.
Nothing helps quite like having a CEO on the premises.
They turned the “underutilized” (i.e., not used by
executives) cafeteria at 555 “Mirabel” into a big Conference Room with
state-of-the-art electrical equipment.
(People who used to eat at the cafeteria can now go to the
McDonalds on the
first floor of 575 “Mirabel”.
Company and McDonalds have a partnership, but that doesn’t mean
you get a discount on your
Big Mac.)
No sooner did the new Conference Center open than
“Sally” booked it and every other conference room in downtown San
Francisco for the Second Bi-Annual Records Management Conference.
The last Conference was in September, 1995.
We hold them roughly every year-and-a-half.
The last Conference was very much a home grown
affair. We lugged PC’s from
one room to another, scrambled to find enough overhead projectors and
begged for computer connections.
This time, we met with three people who basically said, “Tell us
what you need and we’ll take care of everything.”
I love traveling
First Class.
This is going to make my job (technical support)
much easier.
Of course, I still have The Expo to deal with.
The Conference is four weeks away, and counting.
Because I was in San Francisco all day Tuesday,
when I came to work on Wednesday, I was surrounded by people who’d had
to wait one whole
day to tell me that a
Word document
“looked funny”, or did we have Apollo Fonts on the COE Server?, or how
soon could I whip up an
Access
Report and by the way, my phone is ringing.
If this keeps up, I’m going to start taking
hostages. And the first
person who sees my holding my head together with both hands and
cheerfully belts out, “Got a headache?” is going to find out just what a headache is.
In other news...
Saw
The Devil’s Own
last Saturday.
Harrison
Ford plays a New York City police officer (a man of Duty) who, in 23
years on the force, has only fired his gun four times.
Brad Pitt
plays an
IRA terrorist (or Freedom Fighter, depending on your point of view)
who has been avenging his father’s death since the age of eight (a man
of Destiny). Ford puts Pitt
up in his basement at the request of a mutual “friend”.
They’re both Irish.
They’re both male (Ford’s character has three daughters, but no sons).
They do the bonding thing.
Ultimately, Duty and Destiny collide.
Neither man wants to hurt the other, nor can either give up his
position on the question of What’s Right.
The movie tries to go from Moral Dilemma to Action Thriller and
stumbles in the process.
Some important details seem to have been left on the cutting room floor.
And, according to “Jeannie”, the biggest
discrepancy of all is: “Two
teenage girls in the house.
Brad Pitt moves into the basement and they
ignore him?
Get
real!!!”
As for what’s happening in
Ireland, if you look
back in history, the Irish have been struggling with the British since
Henry II
was king of England. After
800 years, some things can get to be a habit.
Nevertheless, Ford’s performance is as strong as it
ever was. And Brat Pitt is
still cuter than a bug’s ear.
(And his Irish accent is superb.)
Love, as always,
Pete
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