April 17, 2009
My boss/partner and I share an office in downtown San Francisco, but we’re rarely there at the same time. Today, I came in after signing the paperwork (and being fingerprinted) for selling my ring, and the receptionist said he wouldn’t be in. My conference call was cancelled, so I decided to catch up on some e-mails and paperwork. It’s nice to look down on bustling Market Street from my 12th floor window, and it’s sunny enough that I don’t need artificial light. There’s a small flat screen TV, so we can keep an eye on the markets. Or “Gilmore Girls”.