…writing about them be it Sonic employees, Sales Engineers, baristas at Starbucks— SHIT, budget. Have to do that first.
Maybe after lunch.
Budget done, 11:04, time for food truck. Wonder what it is…. What am I in the mood for? The one Sales Engineer still on phone, talking energetically about an appointment in Emeryville. I need to be more focused on our fiber-optic network. Need to sell ONLY that. Forget these other circuits. Singularity, isn’t that what I’m always talking about?
A writer and that’s it.
Forget wine, forget teaching. “Teaching”…. Just this. About EVERYTHING, story and pages and voice. Getting up. No more coffee. Restroom and walk outside to truck.
Back at desk. 12:05. Sipping sparkling water and wanting a nap. Call at 1:30. Then thinking go home for a bit. Lunch was average. Definitely not my favorite of the trucks I’ve seen here.
Prepping the small addendum for client, will finish when “lunch” hour is over, 1pm. Sipping water, told agent I don’t want to see the one dingy house. Shit, how long is this going to take, find a house. I’m beyond impatient at this point…