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Part 1 Coyote Hits the Road
Normally, the screw-up would have really set me off. These guys had been a problem since we hired them. But for once I had no problem controlling my temper. On the contrary–I had to be careful not to sound happy. The subcontractor that was screwing up was in LA. And somebody would have to go down and decide if they were salvageable or we were better off just dumping them and re-bidding the contract. “God, I hate LA,” I said, trying my best to sound disgusted, “but tell them I’ll be there Monday morning”. Read more… |
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Entries by Not-so-Wiley Coyote
- Author name:
- Not-so-Wiley Coyote
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- November 4th, 2013
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She had agreed to go with me to the new Getty Museum after our second session. We talk like old friends in the car–effortlessly and fast, as though we know we haven’t enough time to talk about everything we’d like. When I attempt to reconstruct our conversations afterwards, however, I never seem to have enough dialogue to fill the time we talked. It’s as if there are gaps in my memory “tape” of our conversations. That’s puzzling because my memory is good, and most things associated with Marquesa are too hard to erase, not too easy. |
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