The Lord works in irritating ways...

Last Saturday night the wife and I went to a co-ed wedding shower. (They're all the rage these days, I gather.) A good friend of ours is getting married, and good times were had by all, although I did note that I was the oldest man in the room, and clearly the only one with a child. (We were the only Catholics in the room, after all).

I ended up chatting with a banker. When he told me the name, I told him I'd never heard of it. Hoping it was a small, local bank that might look kindly on a new, poor business owner, I asked him if it was a small, local bank that might look kindly on a new, poor business owner.

"Actually it's an international bank with offices in every country of the world."

"I see." Then, polishing my schmoozing skills, I said "Can I have some money?"

I was uncharacteristically charming enough to then be invited to fill a vacated spot in a foursome in a golf tournament the bank was sponsoring. The only catch: it was on the following Monday (yesterday), a day otherwise known as a "work day." But I knew that my boss was going to be gone all week, I told him to sign me up.

So, I went and picked up a few supplies--golf shoes (I wish I could wear all the time), some tees, a tool for divots, etc. I carefully packed my golf bag (used only once so far), filled it with monogrammed golf balls that dad gave me a few years back, and generally made it as accessible and efficient as possible. I felt a little bit bad about blowing off work, but then, it was kind of like work, wasn't it? I was going to golf with potential investors, or at least bankers. Heck, I could write off my golf shoes!

I did make a show of going into work, though. Luckily I have an ally there who I could share my REAL reason for faking an illness, but before everyone else, I looked sufficiently haggard. One guy even said "You look like crap." (Heh. I wasn't trying THAT hard).

When today came, the rains came with it. I mean torrential downpours. We got tornadoes. In Virginia. I'm not making that up.

I was determined to golf, though, potential Caddyshack-like end or no. The worst day golfing is better than the best day at work, or so goes the theory...

I made it as far as the freeway on-ramp when I got the call.

Banker: "Sorry man. We're rescheduling for June."

Me: "But...but...what am I going to do for the rest of the day?

Banker: "Try sudoko."

Bankers...

So, instead I went home, had my work ally e-mail me some work, and went to it. Then, an amazing thing happened. I got stuff done! Joseph behaved himself for the most part, as did my wife, and I was able to get some writing done. Sufficiently efficient, I then turned to Truck Bud stuff, and I made great headway on a business plan. By the end of the day I was exhausted, but felt like I actually got something done.

Since working from home worked so well, I then called and quit my job.

Heh. No, but it's an ever-present thought.

Anyway, the Lord works in irritating ways.