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  • I work in the world of wood.
    My husband and I make, repair and maintain wood and furniture and homes. The work is often interesting but where I work is private. Sometimes whom I work for is private.
    I sometimes feel like a wood butler and go about my tasks with the dignity that that implies.
    When I work for designers it is their job.
    Right now we are working for my former boss, so he is our boss again. There are contracts and photo rights and then the common sense responsibility of discretion.
    I have possibly stepped over the boundary on several occasions.

    A news story caught my attention yesterday.
    The commentator said that President Obama had to make the statement of his support for Gay Marriage because Joe Biden had announced his support first.
    I think we all know that every American Vice President is considered, or depicted as a fool.
    So that when they speak it will be taken as the babbling of a court jester.
    But the man with his foot in his mouth is the number two in command, a step away from the presidency.
    Why is that?
    He is a test balloon. If the utterance of a fool plays well or for ill, it will not matter.
    In sailing you hold up a finger to test the breeze.
    In politics statements are made cautiously, you are not at liberty to speak your mind freely.

    In my line of work I am not at Liberty to discuss some of the places or people I have been or worked for.

    Which celebrity yelled at her housekeeper for making a cheese sandwich on her time, in her house? I am not at liberty to discuss this.

    Which institution escorted my brother-in laws secretary off of the premises for re-selling a comp ticket?
    To say, that the institution is headed by a mammal is already saying too much.

    Which celebrity had her Oscar statue lying in a pile of her children’s toys and who was her ex- husband that took all of the Encyclopedia Britannica’s? (This was a really big deal in the days before Google.).
    It would be indiscrete of me to say.

    Which One Hit Wonder cussed me out in the lobby of what famous building?
    I have already said too much.

    A designer told me that her husband and a friend took our, then current, client on a fishing trip to cheer him up.
    But that sentence can also be written this way:
    Her husband was a TARP lawyer, the friend, a former undersecretary of the treasury and the client had just had a breakdown during the credit default-swap crisis.

    I can say that because I am discussing how to write, not the content of the writing.

    At a lunch, in the home of one client, he told us stories of playing golf with the head of large bank and a former President. The course was closed for the three of them to play and they asked the former president what they could do for him because he had made them a ton of money.
    He said this with great emphasis, “A ton of money.”
    He came from nothing, worked for a firm he believed in at a time when that could happen.
    He is very comfortable with who he is, very comfortable.

    I do not know if any of the homes I have worked in have had cameras.
    It never occurred to me until recently that there was a very real possibility that I was being observed.

    A project manager showed me a basement security control room for a client that had a sibling who had been kidnapped.
    There was a wall of cameras, a screen for every room and a full time security guard to monitor the screens.

    The people with the cameras are also not at liberty.
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