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Authors: JT Kalnay
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hear Jay had something else to do.
"When and where?" Jay asked.
"Flannery’s. It’s four blocks uptown from the
North Tower. From about six until, oh, probably around eight for
the married guys, but I've heard these things go on until 2 or 3
for the young, single folk. Sometimes they even end up at a jazz
club in the village or at a restaurant in Little Italy until God
knows when. Anyway, I told the wife I'd be home by ten, so, I can
meet you there, and make introductions, but then you’re going to be
on your own..."
It was the first Jay had heard of Bill being
married. He didn't remember seeing a wedding ring on Bill's hand.
In the Carnegie course they had taught him to look for the wedding
ring to avoid making gaffs. Jay silently reminded himself to be
more vigilant in his observations.
"Six it is,” Jay butted in.
"Ah Bill?" Jay asked.
"Yeah?" Bill answered. There was concern in
his voice, he could feel the tone and trepidation in Jay and
worried about the question. Had Jay noticed anything?
"I'm not really much of a drinker, so does
this place have snacks and lite beer and stuff?"
Bill relaxed. "Sure, sure. Probably a pretty
good idea to take it easy tonight anyway Jay. First impressions can
mean a lot. And most of these people are probably going to end up
working for you sooner rather than later."
"Got it,” Jay said.
"Right,” Bill said. "So I'll see you later
okay?"
"Good.”
"Oh yeah. How did you like your surprise
today?"
"Surprise?" Jay asked.
"Oh shit. Don't say it didn't..." Bill
lamented.
"Don't say what?" Jay demanded. His mind was
racing, first a party now a surprise.
"Well… you were supposed to get a delivery
today,” Bill said. "It should have gotten there by now. Did you go
out and maybe they left it at the doorman's station?"
"I'll check,” Jay said.
"Okay. Well. See you tonight right?"
"Right.” Jay hung up the phone, grabbed for
his keys and headed out the door and down to the elevator.
"Come on, come on,” he urged the elevator. It
seemed like the elevator would never arrive. He pressed the down
button again and again, knowing full well that it would have no
effect. Finally the elevator arrived and he rode down. All the way
he was trying to figure out what his surprise could be.
"Bicycle? Baseball tickets? Hooker?” His mind
raced from the childish to the obscene and back again. Arriving in
the lobby he hurried over to the doorman's station.
"Did any packages arrive for me today?" Jay
asked.
"Let me check.”
Jay waited while the middle aged, uniformed
doorman checked his book then checked in the back.
"Yessir, you have several boxes back here,”
the doorman announced, returning from the back room. "They must've
come while I was on lunch,” he apologized.
"Let me get the cart and the service
elevator,” he offered and before Jay could agree or disagree the
doorman disappeared again.
Several boxes ? Jay wondered. Jay
almost danced from foot to foot. He couldn't imagine anything that
would come in several boxes and need a cart to move. Jay bit off a
cuticle, more nervous than a frequently and recently rotten kid
wondering if Santa Claus had picked this year to pass him over. The
doorman returned.
"Want to give me a hand?" the doorman
asked.
"Sure,” Jay replied. The two men stepped
around the front desk. As soon as they were in the back, Jay saw
the large boxes, all labeled SUN. He knew now what his surprise
was. Computer equipment, and lots of it. High quality stuff. It was
the perfect gift for a boss to give to a lonely computer nerd
employee. Jay's jaw almost hung open. He'd used the SUN
workstations at school, but never thought he'd own one.
Bill had mentioned something about some
equipment as a signing bonus, but a brand new SPARC 10,
multiprocessing workstation?
"I'll have more computing power in my room
than most small businesses and colleges have,” Jay murmured.
"What?" the doorman asked. Though he looked
like he could handle himself, the sturdy
"When and where?" Jay asked.
"Flannery’s. It’s four blocks uptown from the
North Tower. From about six until, oh, probably around eight for
the married guys, but I've heard these things go on until 2 or 3
for the young, single folk. Sometimes they even end up at a jazz
club in the village or at a restaurant in Little Italy until God
knows when. Anyway, I told the wife I'd be home by ten, so, I can
meet you there, and make introductions, but then you’re going to be
on your own..."
It was the first Jay had heard of Bill being
married. He didn't remember seeing a wedding ring on Bill's hand.
In the Carnegie course they had taught him to look for the wedding
ring to avoid making gaffs. Jay silently reminded himself to be
more vigilant in his observations.
"Six it is,” Jay butted in.
"Ah Bill?" Jay asked.
"Yeah?" Bill answered. There was concern in
his voice, he could feel the tone and trepidation in Jay and
worried about the question. Had Jay noticed anything?
"I'm not really much of a drinker, so does
this place have snacks and lite beer and stuff?"
Bill relaxed. "Sure, sure. Probably a pretty
good idea to take it easy tonight anyway Jay. First impressions can
mean a lot. And most of these people are probably going to end up
working for you sooner rather than later."
"Got it,” Jay said.
"Right,” Bill said. "So I'll see you later
okay?"
"Good.”
"Oh yeah. How did you like your surprise
today?"
"Surprise?" Jay asked.
"Oh shit. Don't say it didn't..." Bill
lamented.
"Don't say what?" Jay demanded. His mind was
racing, first a party now a surprise.
"Well… you were supposed to get a delivery
today,” Bill said. "It should have gotten there by now. Did you go
out and maybe they left it at the doorman's station?"
"I'll check,” Jay said.
"Okay. Well. See you tonight right?"
"Right.” Jay hung up the phone, grabbed for
his keys and headed out the door and down to the elevator.
"Come on, come on,” he urged the elevator. It
seemed like the elevator would never arrive. He pressed the down
button again and again, knowing full well that it would have no
effect. Finally the elevator arrived and he rode down. All the way
he was trying to figure out what his surprise could be.
"Bicycle? Baseball tickets? Hooker?” His mind
raced from the childish to the obscene and back again. Arriving in
the lobby he hurried over to the doorman's station.
"Did any packages arrive for me today?" Jay
asked.
"Let me check.”
Jay waited while the middle aged, uniformed
doorman checked his book then checked in the back.
"Yessir, you have several boxes back here,”
the doorman announced, returning from the back room. "They must've
come while I was on lunch,” he apologized.
"Let me get the cart and the service
elevator,” he offered and before Jay could agree or disagree the
doorman disappeared again.
Several boxes ? Jay wondered. Jay
almost danced from foot to foot. He couldn't imagine anything that
would come in several boxes and need a cart to move. Jay bit off a
cuticle, more nervous than a frequently and recently rotten kid
wondering if Santa Claus had picked this year to pass him over. The
doorman returned.
"Want to give me a hand?" the doorman
asked.
"Sure,” Jay replied. The two men stepped
around the front desk. As soon as they were in the back, Jay saw
the large boxes, all labeled SUN. He knew now what his surprise
was. Computer equipment, and lots of it. High quality stuff. It was
the perfect gift for a boss to give to a lonely computer nerd
employee. Jay's jaw almost hung open. He'd used the SUN
workstations at school, but never thought he'd own one.
Bill had mentioned something about some
equipment as a signing bonus, but a brand new SPARC 10,
multiprocessing workstation?
"I'll have more computing power in my room
than most small businesses and colleges have,” Jay murmured.
"What?" the doorman asked. Though he looked
like he could handle himself, the sturdy
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