Oh my gosh it took forever yesterday.
02/12/2003
I got my get out of jail almost free card yesterday. I arrived at the big police station at 8:10 in the morning and finally got out at 11:20.
I kept wondering if I was going to be carted away somewhere and never be seen again. I got the full set of fingerprints: palm, fingers, groups of fingers and thumbs. Icky gooey black ink. It doesn’t come off that easily and it likes to stick to nail polish. There were the 5 men from the City of Austin that were in front of me, well, they actually cut in front of me. They were an annoying bunch of contractors. See, with the heightened security rules, ID cards are now the rule. These men were just rude, I can tell you they were NOT from Texas. One of my co-board members was there to get her ID also. She has to be in her late 60’s or early 70’s. Texas men have manners, they would gladly give up there seats for any woman, especially for an elder. Nope not this group. I had to shame them into giving up a chair for my elder companion. Just plane rude. Go home, back to where ever you came from, we don’t like rude men here in Texas. You don’t belong, you don’t fit in and you will never get a date with that attitude.
Ok, so I get the fingerprints, then it is off to the photo area. There is a line a mile long. All the media and the photographers now need an ID to get into the department, any volunteer anyone that is in the building on a regular basis. I await patiently for my turn and alas, the photo is taken. I have to wait until it is laminated then I can be on my way. I grab my ID badge and head out the front door. I stop to look at it and shucks, dam it, my name is spelled wrong. There were a few extra letters added.
I head back in line to see the gate keeping officer. He asks what’s the problem. I said my name, this is not my name, it has to be done again. The nice lady that was taking the photos and typing up the badges was awfully embarrassed. She managed to sneak me back into the line and another 30 minuets later I had the real badge. The photo came out nice and I will not have to do this for another 2 years. Thank goodness.
Off to the next meeting. A group of investors wants to purchase some land. They sent the money guy down to have a face to face meeting. I guess this guy just didn’t get it. After about an hour I jumped in very firmly. See your project would directly compete with ours. Don’t be talking to neighborhood people, counsel members or zoning people about your project. You don’t have a contract you haven’t shown us the money. If you want to buy the property just sign on the dotted line and it is all yours. Once you own it you can do what ever you want with it. I guess the schmooze guy didn’t like the direct approach.
Off next to work and then the symphony. I talked to the professor on the way into the show. See I told him, my life is extremely busy for the next two months. I will not be available to go out until some time in mid April. I was trying to give him the blow off but somehow it didn’t quite work that way. He told me he was the best kind of date to have at this time, no demands. Hum, he did have a point, but is he really boyfriend material?
The symphony was excellent. 100 piece orchestra and 100 voices. It was pure entertainment for three hours.
