It was just that kind of week. I tried to leave work early four times this week and catch a sail.
The first time I arrived at Stehle to a dieing Westerly. Pete R. had rigged; but never even bothered to put on his wetsuit.
In my second attempt to leave at three; I was greeted by sand blasting across the road at CIB. A good sign for Centre Island Beach. By the time I was rigged and on the water; I was barely able to plane. But it was 7PM and I wasn't going to re-rig, and hump my gear back and forth through the tunnel. So I just sorta schlogged about waiting for the occasional gust.
On my third attempt; Wedensday. A graceful exit was not to be had. This time I left work at 6. Picked up a cold 12 pack of Bud light for Matt Myron and the MICA crew. And frantically rigged a 6.0, and my RRD 110. The wind Thursday was gusty in Manhasset Bay to say the least. But at least I got wet. Something I would never have accomplished if I was still working in the City. To top things off, at 3:57 I get an e-mail from my Regional Complex Manager, "I need to talk to you for 5 minutes tomorrow morning" I think I got about an hour of sleep that night.
Thursday morning, I am up at 5. Turns out I have to move to a new office this weekend; and I'm getting a new CA [Client Associate]. We used to call them Sales Assistants. Then; You see, now that we have effectively dismantled the NYSE, super fast computers do most of the actual trading. So if someone puts through a sell order for 9 Billion of something instead of 9 Million... there is no human Specialist on the floor to say "hey wait a minute". And so we tryed to do damage control during a 1,000 point drop in the DOW.The good news was I did leave the office around 5. As I am crawling through traffic at 10-15 MPH, I wave a small gray sedan in front of me. No sooner than I am behind him, and he hits his breaks hard. I did too. But not fast enough. He calls in his entourage, and the Police. I'm glad the Police came. It felt like I was about to get my ass kicked by half his family and friends. I spoke to his Father; [who arrived on the scene in like 2 minutes]. Apparently this is the third time he been hit from behind in the last six months. If you manage to get rear ended 3 times in 6 months...I'm sorry you are just plain, doing something wrong. Especially, because my truck has absolutely NO DAMAGE! But his tail light, bumper, and trunk are destroyed? I wish I had seen the car before I hit it. There is no possible way I could have done all that at 10 MPH. Check my GPS. After all that I turned around, and just went to the gym.
Friday, my current CA doesn't show up for work. I spend the day fielding calls to explain that it is not the Apocalypse. Leave at 3; and have a wonderful sail with Lauralee on Segue.
Saturday; I tryed to sail at TOBAY, [Town Of Oyster Bay Beach]. The shore break is VAS, [Victory At Sea]. Much better sailors than I are getting pounded. I sit on the beach getting sand blasted for awhile. I just can't do it. I already have two broken boards in my basement waiting for repair. I just can't afford another one right now. I migh as well have just stood in the shore break and tossed $1,000 bills into the ocean. Dommer and I bail. I shoulda' listened to the Squidman, and gone to CIB first. Pleanty of swell in the middle and no killer shore break. Just what I needed. Rigged a 4.7, my smallest weed fin, and the 90ltr Syncro. Phil took some nice shots.[see above]. I can't believe I missed CK.
Maybe some more today; with Joe. I got a TXT from Lenny at 6AM he was already out on a 4.0 again!
Happy Mother's Day everyone.
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