That reminds me of our (I work in the Physical Plant Department of a small
SUNY college) weekly "Production Meeting," known by the tradesmen as "The
Liars Club."  I've excused myself since I lost in a battle to maintain
conciousness when a discussion of what to do with a bunch of drafting tables
(seem our Landscape Artichioke students are going to Virtual Drafting--no
more felt tip pens to alter their states--and someone thinks we should store
the drafting tables) dragged on for too long (for the third week in a row).
Still I miss the drama of the more interesting meetings, the meeting minutes
just don't cut it.  Perhaps one of BP's better story tellers would like to
come and take the meeting minutes...

-----Original Message-----
From: Ken Follett [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Friday, June 09, 2000 10:07 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Picky Contractors & Suburbans


In a message dated 6/8/00 1:53:33 PM Central Daylight Time, [log in to unmask]
writes:

> Yeah, but why ruin a perfectly good lunch by subjecting yourself to some
idiot's (or my) problems?  If they're paying, it's another matter.  But
could
they possibly feed you well enough to make listening to their problems worth
ruining your lunch?

Ralph,

The extenuating circumstance is that I am more interested in people than I
am
in old buildings, and as a writer, thoroughly enjoy hearing life stories,
when I can afford the time, which is why I work between lunches. For me most
of what goes on in histo presto is theater, for which I get paid to attend
and interpret. I have endured some horrendous project meetings, and life
scenarios, simply because I want to find out how the story turns out.

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