Let’s cut to the chase. Someone in the medical team monitoring coma man noticed some movement on one of his graphs, long after I had left. They trace back this glitch to my repair visit. Who knows why it glipped. Maybe he had indigestion the same time I was there. All’s I know, is I have a bunch of pissed off professionals giving me attitude when I arrive for my ‘therapy’ time with my new pal. It ended up being a double edged sword. On the crappy side, the medical team in place wanted me to drop dead. Physical therapists by the dozen, Specialists on every subject on his condition, care givers 24/7, and me, retard of the month, getting the spotlight. I made friends with the care givers, so, that was cool. Also, on the good side, being an on call system tech to these big shots let me run wild a bunch of times. I would have them call dispatch and need me somewhere, ‘Pow’, my pager went off…It had its perks. Alas, I did all sorts of things to bring back one of those glips in the monitor, it never happened again. I would read favorite parts of books to him. Tell him funny stuff I had seen on other jobs, things like that. I was NEVER alone with him though. Maybe that played into it. Being a ‘Dedicated’ tech started to get real boring. After a couple of months, they dump me as Mr. Wizard. Not as their phone gimp though. Someone in the Getty sphere sequed me into handling a bunch of their accounts. Nothing corporate. Always residential or Condos and such. First of all, I didn’t have the qualifications to work on some of their large account systems. Second, they had plans for me in an entirely different direction. I ran into some really odd things working for this real estate company that fronted for about thirty Getty holdings I did end up being a tech for. I’ll tell some of those stories along the line…I never saw the Getty guy again. I did hear that he came out of his coma…
