May 16, 2006

• “I just got done playing, and I jot my balls crushed, figuratively and literally.  The ball came off the wall and hit me square in the nuts.  Then I tapped the ball back to the guy, and he served it while I was doubled over.”

  
  

  -CPT F. on his lunchtime racquetball experience.

  
  

  Yes, people, I’m still here, unfortunately.  The office is still boring as all hell, and yet I keep coming in to work.  On Friday, around 1400, my boss looks over to me, hands me € 1500 (a little over $1900) and tells me to drive out to Nove and “pay the guy”.  “The guy” is a ceramics supplier who will be providing mugs for an event.  The money is 50% of the cost.  35 minutes each way.  How wonderful.  Did I mention that this would be my third trip out there in the week?  Oh, how fun.  Directions to this place vary, and it’s not like there are signs to there.  First I have to drive to Bassano/Marostico.  Then, when I get close, that slash that you see there is actually due to the fact that the two towns are in directions that are 90 degrees to each other.  Oh, and where I make that crucial decision, there was nothing that said “Nove”.  My first time out, I made the right choice.  However, the directions that I was given told me that all I had to do was drive into the town and drive straight, and I would see the shop.  I drove until I saw the sign stating that I was exiting Nove (not even 2 miles from the entrance sign), and back 4 times, thinking that I was going nuts.

  
  

  Finally, I see an Italian on the street.  So I stop and ask where the place is in really bad Italian.  Apparently there was a crucial right turn that was not told to me at all.  Once I made that, All that I had to deal with was the plant that had grown over the sign.

  
  

  Ok, so now to the econ class situation.  We’re in class, and I believe that we’re talking about value.  At some point, the instructor whips a Snickers bar out of a bag and asks what someone was willing to pay for it.  I believe that it went for $3.  He then proceeds to whip out another one, and does the same thing.  This one goes for less.  The idea here is that the first one was originally believed to be the only one, so it went pretty high.  When the second one appeared, we realized that he had more than one.  The only thing that we didn’t know was how many he actually had. 

  
  

  This applies to the auction in that the items that appear early on were going to go for much less than the later item, one, because we could see what was being offered, and how many that there were.  There is less of a frantic nature, because people are can see that there are more items to go on the block.  Until there are less items.  Then the whole idea goes to pot, and people panic, paying close to full price.  Fortunately, by this time, I was watching V for Vendetta.

  
  

  Black 6, out.

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