Date: Sun, 5 Mar 1995 09:48:43 -0700
Title: Briefly Back to Work

Back to the Center. Back to work. I feel confident that I can
execute some of my duties and fake remaining tasks.
It's  easy spending creative time discussing various issues
with collegues.  Try to get back into it.  Maybe leave at noon.

Sis is in another section but I heard the news about both
of her bosses and their accidents.   The official word is that
they died of "...natural and/or accidental causes..."
This thing with Sis scares  me.  I'm not sure if she is being
controlled or if there's actually  some sort of mental disorder
plaguing her.  She believes she is holding onto something which
initially 'possessed' her.  'It' has  been trapped,  is being held
captive,  and is being used in some way.  She says it gives
her both physical and 'virtual' power.  Even Sis is not always
clear how she makes certain things occur.  She seems driven,
sometimes, and able to actualize her immediate impulses.

1. fun.gi.ble \'f*n-j*-b*l\ n : fungible goods - usu. used in pl.
2. fungible aj [NL fungibilis, fr. L fungi to perform - more at
FUNCTION]
1: of such a kind or nature that one specimen or part may be used
in place of another specimen or equal part in the satisfaction of
an obligation.
2:  INTERCHANGEABLE.


"I met my new supervisor today."

Sis just now walked into my office.  It's Noon. Oops, forgot
that she and I are to have lunch. What happened to the morning?

"Hi, you caught me dreaming!.. So, do you like her?"

"Oh, so you know already? She seems ok, I think we
will get along.  She asked me to lunch today so I need to
cancel lunch with you.  She wants to discuss some sort of
proposal she has to have done in 30 days."

"Yeah, it's ok.  I'm just about to wrap it up here, I think.
Starting with half a day's probably a good idea for me."

Sis is looking at me.  like ... 'are you sure it's ok?'

"Go ahead.  You'll probably need all the brownie points you
can get, the way you've been handling your bosses lately."

I am smiling as I say it but she reacts with,
"Fuckoff, brother!"

Was she serious?  I'm standing here
wondering where she went, and trying to remember if we
actually talked. It's 1:30 pm!  Pack it up.  Grab coat,
book bag and hard drive.  Go.

"I've got to get to Harley," aloud to myself.  I do, I must
leave find Harley now, get out, back to my room.


Have a good day.  Stay dry. Retain lovliness.

de

"He who throws mud loses ground."



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Dick Ellis, Librarian
San Diego Supercomputer Center
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