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You guys probably remember that one time where a very big, very Italian father of one of the guests came looking for him last year and I was mildly - natch, VERY - freaked out?
The son of that guy is back. His name is J. And J has given me a major major major boost of morale when some $hit hit the fan at work - see my VERY lengthy post entitled "It's that time again!!!" with updates in comments - by keeping me calm, buckled down and collected. Which is something I can't thank him enough for, I was seriously, seriously TIRED of that day and i needed someone there.
Well, to make it up for being the Day From Hell, we kinda hung out a bit.
Meaning two hours or so. And he was my guest this time and turns out that S., my coworker, and him are old friends so there was a slight reunion joy. Which is always welcome.
No trouble. None whatsoever and he's a spectacular kid...once his phone doesn't die and once his father doesn't look for him.
The son of that guy is back. His name is J. And J has given me a major major major boost of morale when some $hit hit the fan at work - see my VERY lengthy post entitled "It's that time again!!!" with updates in comments - by keeping me calm, buckled down and collected. Which is something I can't thank him enough for, I was seriously, seriously TIRED of that day and i needed someone there.
Well, to make it up for being the Day From Hell, we kinda hung out a bit.
Meaning two hours or so. And he was my guest this time and turns out that S., my coworker, and him are old friends so there was a slight reunion joy. Which is always welcome.
No trouble. None whatsoever and he's a spectacular kid...once his phone doesn't die and once his father doesn't look for him.