Enron Mail

From:kate.symes@enron.com
To:wgoodbody@hotmail.com
Subject:bananas and other things you can call me with
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Date:Thu, 22 Mar 2001 04:08:00 -0800 (PST)

Greetings from the land of watery-eyed, flat-assed office workers! How goes
the burly mountain man thing? I've been hearing second hand from Elliot that
you're faring extremely well mentally despite some poorly crafted sleeping
bags and a bad case of frostbite on your toes. (That second part I made up,
but it sounded appropriate given the sleeping bag situation.) All's well
here. As you could imagine, and probably often do, the sweeping expanse of
people staring at computers that is Enron has changed not at all since you
left. There are still many computers, many of them have changed positions,
some have gone away, most we are not sad to see go. That's just the nature of
this cutthroat business. Also on the stagnantly invariable list is the status
of my life in relation to Enron. I am still here. I still stare at the
computer. Every once in awhile I meander over to the dark window-less corner
that enshrouds the IT wizards and ask them silly questions like, "What does
it mean when I hit this button and my screen starts flashing at me like a
disco ball, then makes this awkward shrieking noise and finally goes black?"
They are incredibly helpful. I am still pretty much clueless about most
things, although I've learned to talk about them with a semblance of
authority, as in, "No, you twit, the 25 megawatt off peak deal should clearly
be flowing across SP-15 to NP-15 because of the illiquidity of SP's market
right now. What kind of idiot wouldn't hedge their position in California at
a time like this?" It all sounds very exotic and important to me, which is
why I'm still here. But I'm infinitely jealous of your wild exploits in the
great American outdoors. I suspect my forbearance for sitting in an office
will run out right around the middle of the summer, so I'm planning a trip to
coincide with that meltdown. I haven't decided between a road trip through
the western United States or just a direct flight to Paris. Both sound good,
and way beyond my budget, therefore equally attractive. Well, I've managed to
say practically nothing for long enough now. I do hope you're having an
amazing time, rambling on toward the next crazy adventure on the horizon as I
believe Jack Kerouac once wrote. We're all very proud of you here and
constantly refer to you as "my good friend Winston who's skiing across the
state of Wyoming, which was my idea." I'd love to hear about your trip direct
from the source, although I know you're extremely busy out there, skiing and
killing wild animals for sustenance and whatnot. But please do write
back....if you can still move your fingers.

Sincerely,
Kate
(the slightly ditsy one who sits in the middle of the room and tries to look
constantly busy)