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"So, what do you do Mr. Hall?"
Jul 29, 2003 The Corithia Grand Royal Hotel's lobby was packed when I walked into it last night. It had been a long day and all I wanted was to have a drink, a beer or palinka perhaps, and relax. Unlike two weeks ago when the bar was empty, tonight it was full with Jehovah Witnesses from Italy who were here for a "God" convetion. It was there last night in Hungary I surmised as upon entering the lobby, I found dozens of them on the staircase with their cameras stacked at a nearby table, each of which alternatively being picked up and a photo taken of the group by a designated person from amongst them. I walked past them not the least bit interested in what they were doing and headed straight for the piano bar. The "piano man" was happy to see me as usual, addressing me by my first name in his heavy Hungarian accent. "How are you tonight?" I asked. It was obvious that he was much happier playing to a full house instead of to an empty one as occasionaly has been the occasion over the past few weeks. No sooner than our initial greetings ended than the bartender came into the room and saw me. He had an eager expression on his face and soon I would find out why. "Please come right away, there is someone who wants to meet you." Of course I was curious, so I asked him who it was. He told me the "big" boss of the hotel was in the other room and wanted to meet with me. "He loves the music you gave me of Van Morrison and asked me for a copy of the CDs." The next think I knew, I was sitting with two very distingushed men in the bar of the Grand Royal Hotel. After our greetings, we began a conversation I will remember for quite a long time. "What exactly is our relationship with you Mr. Hall?" I was asked by Mr. Woodward, the director of the hotel. I politely replied to him that as of the moment, there isn't one. Looking a little confused, he inquired if I have been doing the panoramas of the past two weeks in the hotel out of the kindness of my heart. I completely understood that being in the postion of being the director, there are lots of "going-ons" to which he might not be totally familar with. I informed him briefly of the scenario that had been playing out over the past week or so, and that I was being "considered" for my services to do some digital panoramas for the hotel. After some additional small talk, he questioned me as to just exactly what my job was. Immediately, the thought that came to my mind was to tell him that each morning I awaken and for that day, decide just what exactly I want to do with the day. A web designer perhaps. A photgrapher? An entrepreuner? Then I thought perhaps that may not be the best answer and I told him I mostly do web design to support myself. He seemed satisfied with that answer and I with giving it. The conversation continued for several moments thereafter and then we parted with some kind words and an invitation to drop by his office if I wanted or needed to speak with him. So, that has been the highlight of the past 24 hours so to speak. There is a lot going on right now in my life, so much that it is hard to keep up with hit all. Last night, after my meeting with Mr. Woodward and a palinka or two, I had a brainstorm of a money making idea. It was such a good idea that I have decided to keep it mute for awhile until I can initiate it, but I am CERTAIN it will be one of my better ideas and perhaps provide a means to generate a passive income for myself for a long, long time to come. I also heard from my girlfriend today, which actually for me was more of a highlight for me than the before mentioned meeting with Mr. Woodward. I'm sure he won't mind my saying say, as he had kindly commented on her beauty when he saw her picture on the desktop of my computer. She had read a recent journal entry in which I mentioned being robbed Friday night and she was concerned as I was very vague. I simply told her that I had left my camera bag near the open window (which is barred) and someone reached in and took some of my possesions out of it. I wrote to her that the robber must of been a moron as he could of easily taken the whole damn bag, pulling it through the bars, but opted to only take a couple of lens and a flash. I would later a find one of the lens intact downstairs in the lobby later that day. Anyway, she wrote to me that she was in Italy and going to Venice tomorrow. And although it is probably obvious that she reads my journal and my saying I miss her might be only for her benefit, that would be the furthest thing from the truth. I have come to appreciate her so much over the past several weeks that being without her this past few days has been hard for me. I hate coming home to an empty flat at night and knowing that she is not there. In just the past 24 hours there have been so many things that have happened such as the personal tour of the Hungarian equivalent of the White House not too mention the idea I have come up with... I still have 4 more nights without her and whereas when she left last friday and I found myself counting the days until she returns, it now seems that I find myself counting the hours, if not the minutes. I miss her... x |
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