1/22/2004 01:21:42 PM|||Amy|||At the university at which I am employed (maybe for not much longer) we have four, count 'em: four, Nobel prize winning scientists. All four of them are very big deals here, but two of them practically run this place. This afternoon I have been leaving messages for these two to ask them respectfully if they would take forty-five minutes out of their schedules to meet with an out of town guest, who is the vice-president of a company on which they are on the board of directors.

I am also waiting for some food to arrive from a near-by Asian restaurant that makes a kick ass Spicy Thai Basil Chicken dish.

The phone rang. I answered. Not with the appropriate, "This is Amy" but with the inappropriate "Where's that damn food?" It wasn't, as I had thought, a message that the food had arrived. Instead, it was the assistant to one of the really big deal Nobels.

Fuck.|||107479986615181951|||Oh God