新的组五人，三男俩女，基本属于男女搭配，干活不累的平衡状态。（我是多余的那个男的）老板的特长是弹钢琴，不是一般的爱好者，而是弹得粉棒的半专业，居然有stage name。另外两名男同事，一名是snow boarding的教练，另一名是Alpine Mountain Climbing教练。两位女同事有何惊人本事还没打探出来，但俗话说得好：物以类聚，人以群分；一丘之貉，臭味相投。。。所以估计也是玩主。
I am working from home today.
Slightly longer story (for those who enjoy reading short stories about the plight of a person’s day):
I left at nearly 8am to either walk or take Metro bus #11 to City People’s Nursery to catch the Microsoft Connector. I love the Connector!
After hearing nearly most of his life story and his several reasons for taking the bus this morning, I decide to leave the guy with slight mental problems at the bus stop after 5 minutes, and walk to the next bus stop…or maybe all the way to the Connector. What the heck – it’s a brisk February morning and I love the fresh air!
A decision I will later regret.
As I walk up the steady incline on Madison from Madison Park, I search the Web on my iPhone for anything that would tell me exactly where a #11 bus is in real-time. I love technology!
There are several options, but nothing is accurate or working properly.
As I make it to the crest of the deceivingly steep hill on Madison in front of Broadmoor, I see a #11 coming. I run towards the next stop, but I am not able to make it in time to catch the determined bus.
I continue walking.
I’m not too worried. I’m in decent shape. I run. And I have at least 73 seconds to traverse a few more large city blocks to get to the Connector.
As I descend down the hill from Broadmoor, I can see the 8:37am Connector stopped at the traffic light at the intersection just before the Arboretum.
I’m not sure at this point, but even though I cannot see the driver’s face or a discernable face on the inanimate van, I’m fairly certain the van is taunting me.
I can miss this one (by just 1 minute – the minute I could have saved by taking the #11, had I listened to the crazy person for just a few more minutes).
I’m smart. I’m resourceful.
I have the technology to reserve the next spot on the next Connector.
I fire up the browser on my iPhone and go to the Connector site.
It works. As expected.
I sign up for the next flight to work. I love the luxury and comfort of the seats on the Connector
Well…I try for a couple more times.
I finally notice the error message at the top letting me know that no seats are available.
I stay positive. I am smart. I am resourceful. I am determined.
I send out a couple of text messages looking for co-workers who would love my company and my story from this morning. #1 is on the bridge already. #2 doesn’t respond.
No problem. No worries. I’m freaking smart. I am damned resourceful. I am so $#$%$^#4 determined.
I can take the Metro bus.
As I walk to the next bus stop for #11, I remember the route. Metro #11 can take me up to 23rd, I transfer to another bus down to 520, transfer to another bus on 520 around the Montlake Bridge, and I’ll be in the comfort of my office within the hour.
Halfway in between bus stops, a #11 bus passes me.
I see no taunting face on the bus as it passes by and blows dust in my face, but I can hear it snicker.
The universe has spoken loudly and clearly.
I’m working from home today.
现在，我要怀疑我老板Hire我的唯一理由是，我自称自己也是个good story teller。我预感将来的team email thread要像BBS上的坑一样，洪水滔天了。。。