Herbert the Trillionaire – Chapter 4.2

I’ve got some new ideas for this story that will slightly change how it has gone somewhat up to this point, but I’m going to keep writing it to get the plot out. If the continuity is disrupted somewhat, I apologize–the final version should be superior.

The Committee had departed, shuffling along their separate ways, but the Questioning Man had fallen back. Herbert had never left the psychiatrist’s waiting room, and a question was bothering the Man.

As he looked at Herbert’s back, he examined the CEO’s new jacket: tweed with leather patches at the elbows. The Questioning Man had never seen Herbert dress in such a manner until he lost his memory, but now the expensive suits were replaced with comfortable slacks, jackets that were not a far cry from what young hipsters wore somewhat ironically, and occasionally a complete and utter lack of shoes.

Herbert was examining a small jade statue of a rearing elephant when the Questioning Man touched him lightly on the shoulder. Turning, Herbert smiled. This was hardly notable since Herbert was always smiling these days, but the Questioning Man noted it nonetheless. It made him feel… warm.

“Excuse me, sir…” he cleared his throat nervously. “I was wondering if I might take you somewhere.”

“That would be wonderful,” Herbert replied. He blinked at the Questioning Man for a few moments and then asked, “I’m sorry, but I seem to have forgotten your name. What was it, again?”

“Questin,” the Man replied. As he led Herbert from the waiting room, he thought uncomfortably about Herbert’s relationship with the Committee. Even before he lost his memory, Herbert hadn’t known anyone’s name.

Bordering on the Sicklands

I’ve been almost sick for a little over a week now.

It started on our anniversary weekend, when we stayed in the Walnut Street Inn for a night. We had stayed there on our wedding night, but this time we were in a different building. The air seemed dryer, and my allergies kicked into high gear. Or something. I don’t know, but I didn’t sleep well and was all phlegmy the next day. And the five days following that.

I couldn’t call in sick to work because I just had too much stuff to do. I’ve always got something important going on, something that can’t be delayed, so I made sure each evening to rest well and drink lots of fluids. I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I’ve spent lots of quality time with our Sumo Sac. Every evening I have done my best to make sure I didn’t get sick.

Finally, I began to feel better yesterday. The congestion was gone, and my nose was only a little runny. I still feel more tired than I would if I were well, but I’m getting closer. Despite that, work was a complete… well, it wasn’t the worst Monday I’ve ever had. Not even close. Relatively speaking, it was a very good Monday. But it included a surprise call to go work on the Help Desk (for the rest of the week), a major system going down, and my not having any idea what was going on because I haven’t worked in the Help Desk (our call center) in six months.

Then I came home and cooked dinner because I’m awesome. And April and I watched Friends. Now I’m going to go to bed and read.

I figured out chapter 4 of Herbert, and I’ve got theological essays piling up left and right. A couple of things clicked for me today and I know what I’m going to write now in response to a few Biblical questions that have been posed to me. But instead of doing all that, I’m going to go to bed and read about Raistlin Majere; stories that are like old friends to me and, because they are so familiar, are ones I don’t have to think too hard about.

I feel bad about not getting anything posted. Sorry! I have lots I want to share, but I’ve got to keep healthy. The Help Desk is down to two User Support Specialists, and they both have tests in a couple of weeks for their Apple certifications so they need some time to study. Drew was the only other Labs person there today, at least for the second half of the day. I’ve got projects to kick off, oversee, and guide. Health comes first.

Also, I have class tomorrow night, and the night after. And my voice was going by the end of today, so even podcasting or doing video reviews are too demanding. Bah. I’m going to bed.

Winter 2009 Newsletter

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Herbert the Trillionaire – Chapter 1.03

“I think he’s lost it,” someone said anonymously from among the crowd, under their breath just loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone was looking at Herbert now.

“Sir, have you… have you lost your memory?” the questioning man asked. “Do you know who you are?”

“I’m Herbert,” Herbert replied. “What more is there to know?”

The committee was aghast, looking left to right before back to Herbert. Their leader had gone mad right in the middle of a meeting. What was worse, he was the principle stockholder of the company.

It took only moment for the schemes to begin to form. “Perhaps we can gain power of attorney…” “Declare him insane…” “Buy his shares before he notices…” and so on. The questioning man continued to sweat, wide eyed, afraid this was all a cruel test.

Herbert, for his part, picked a blade of grass and, clutching it between his hands, strung tightly between two fingers, began to blow against it like an instrument. He had never mastered the art and now seemed like a fine time to do so.