Went to the Eastern Shore of Maryland yesterday to tend to the graves of an aunt I was close to, her husband and assorted relatives nearby by; had meant to do it before and as Easter approaches. The graves haven’t been tended to for a while as I suspected. Also discovered, as I suspected, hunters have used my land without permission. Have to think of what, if anything, I can do about that.
Been 4 years since I’ve been there and there were changes. One a new and decent coffee shop in a town called Princess Anne, which had the WaPo for sale. Remarked that things are really getting gentrified when the WaPo is there. Turns out the girl behind the counter, a student from UMES, was from the Hamptons on Long Island. Go figure.
Anyway, we come back at 10:00 or so,I look at e-mail and there’s a message from the person who hooked me up with the NYC gig I was SUPPOSED to be starting next week. Informed I am not to work on this project now as even though I was told earlier, I had cleared conflict review, someone at the client directed I was NOT to be on this project.
Foolish, as for me its just another gig and if I want to do more of such, the past is irrelevant, I am there to do a job. Guess I should take some comfort that I am perhaps more feared than loathed in some quarters.