Foot-in-mouth disease
I committed a serious verbal gaffe yesterday. I met up with a friend who was sent to SF by her firm for a recruiting event. When I greeted her in the lobby of her swanky hotel, one of my first comments was, “Why did they send you up here? Are they trotting you out for diversity?” Unbeknownst to me, the partners from her firm were standing only a few feet away. Finch claims that they didn’t hear me though, because they were busy giving him dirty looks for wearing his “Palestine 48” sweatshirt, in honor of the recently departed Yasser. It’s a good thing I wasn’t dressed in the part of a lawyer. I did find some consolation in what the bartender promised would be “the best sidecar you’ve ever tasted.”
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On a more disconcerting note, I discovered that my biological father is up to his old addictions; he confirmed today that he’s gambling again (I asked him point-blank). Lost businesses, lost family, lost respect, this has been going on for over 20 years. He signifies so much wasted potential to me — gambling is a mania to him. Oddly, so many of my decisions are influenced by my desire not to repeat his mistakes (and thankfully, I don’t have the Asian gambling gene).
badxmaru
November 11, 2004 @ 6:25 pm
sorry chic
i know a handful of families that have gone through the same thing. It’s a terrible thing to see someone run awry through desire.
Unless they’re in love with you, then it’s ok.
as long as they drop grapes in your mouth while you recline.
or fetch sodas.
Y.
November 13, 2004 @ 12:33 pm
I’m sorry to hear about your dad too Eva. Glad to see you avoided the evil gene though.
And as the friend in question, it wasn’t so bad. I’ve only gotten a few evil looks from the partners since I’ve gotten back. =) I’m being trotted out to Boston next Monday for more recruiting.
Thanks for making it out to see me though!