power consumption
Liked the boss of the catering company that the current production we’re hosting employed. He thought about the power consumption of all his gear, and had it sorted into sectors which he could shift in location depending on the outlets a venue provides. Made working for him a breeze.
In the evening, i had an unannounced call from a co-worker about the state of the workers' council, and our committeeman in particular. Kirby had his supper while i had the talk. He asked what it was all about, and what a paragraph is, and why i was looking up laws. And after explaining it, Kirby told me i should be the boss. I told him, i’m grateful for his confidence, i prefer working with and for people, which isn’t possible as a department head at my current employer.
When i was on my way to work, he was already sitting there on a bench, large guy, couple of shopping bags next to him, all filled to the point of nearly bursting, large hood obscuring the view of his face—which looked more dramatic with the current grey early morning sky coupled with the streetlights—, from time to time the cigarette he was obviously smoking lit up, followed by the exhalation of the smoke. And he still was there hours later, when i was on the way home. This time the hood of his jacket only obscured the upper half of his face, he still smoked and had this … curious smirk on his lips. I thought of him as some sort of druid … an austrian cunning man. And then remembered to stop romanticising homelesness. I’ve tried to sleep in public places for a few nights, and there was nothing freeing about it, like it was propagated for a time here.