After I left the power plant and went to work for Dell on August 20, 2001, I wrote letters back to my friends at the plant letting them know how things were going. This is the fifty second letter I wrote. Keep in mind that at the time when I originally penned this letter I didn’t intend on it being posted online.
09/27/02 – Two computers at Dell, or is it three
Hello everyone from Soonerville,
I haven’t been able to write lately, because I have been working on so many projects at one time that I haven’t even had time to open up a letter and start typing. But here I am now….. And only because I skipped out on our Volleyball/Basketball team-builder that I was supposed to go to this afternoon.
I had another meeting in the middle of Austin at a Starbucks Coffeehouse to discuss our High School class that we are teaching so I didn’t have to go to the Volleyball thing. Well, anyway. Here I am.
I have been working on a project with another guy for the past couple of weeks, and also working on my own separate project simultaneously. I talked him into bringing his computer over to my cubicle so we could work on his project while I am still working on my project too.
So now, as I am sitting back at my own cubicle, (at least for today), I have my two computers, and the other guys computer here in my cubicle. This is getting to be pretty fun. Some times it gets confusing as to what mouse you should grab when you are trying to click on a button. — I was moving the mouse all over and banging it on the desk before I realized that my “partner” was giving me a strange look and wondering why I was trying to break his mouse. — It all made sense to me after I gave him back his mouse and started using my own.
When I arrived home the other day, and walked in the living room, Kelly was sitting on the floor with a load of laundry just about covering her up. I said, “Hey Kell” (That’s what I call her — Kell). “Hey Kell, What’s up? How do you like the new shirt I got today?”
She just looked at me with a blank look on her face and said, “Great. Just what I need. Another shirt to wash. Where do you think all these shirts came from?” When I looked at the laundry, she was sitting in a pile of tee-shirts that in one way or another I had received over the past year while working at Dell.
I guess she didn’t have that fuzzy feeling that I had about bringing home a new free shirt. — So, not wanting her to feel left out of the “fuzzies”, I showed her how this just wasn’t a tee-shirt like most of my shirts, this was a “high quality” shirt with stitched letters, not dyed on letters.
That didn’t seem to impress her either. So last night when she brought our son Anthony to Karate class, I made her favorite dinner — Chicken in Mushrooms and Cream Sauce. That cheered her up.
At least she wasn’t so worried about where she was going to store all my shirts. She said I would never have to buy a shirt again. — I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I’m supposed to be getting two more shirts tomorrow morning when I go to the “Walk to Cure Diabetes” at the Dell Diamond where the minor league baseball team “Round Rock Express” plays ball.
Last Friday when I would normally have written to you guys, I had to go to our Happy Hour at Fast Eddies. It was a place where you could drink beer and shoot pool. We ended up playing darts for about an hour, and then having a heated discussion with an unfortunate Data Warehouse guy that accidentally stumbled into the bar, not knowing that there was a whole team of developers there waiting to pounce on him.
When the DBA (That stands for Database Administrator) came to work this past Monday, he was the nicest I had ever seen him. I guess all that “pouncing” did some good after all. I thought we were going to be arrested, or at least thrown out of the bar….. I mean the “team-building event”.
Well, It’s after 5 on a Friday evening, and my project partner has just left, so I guess I should be on my way.
Let me know how things are going up there. I haven’t heard much lately. I guess you guys must be about as busy as I am.
Oh. Alan. Kelly says to say “HI” to Nancy. She misses her a lot.
Your friend from the cubicle of three computers,
Kevin James Anthony Breazile
Kevin J. Breazile
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