missed lunch

I missed lunch today at the Four Seasons in NYC. Edgar Bronfman ws there, Nelson Peltz, Henry Kissinger, James Watson and a few others who can take the time away from their desks to rub elbows.

But it's Thursday and on Thursdays I see about ten hours of clients. I learned a few things, caught up on the adventures of what happened two weeks ago, since last Thursday was a holiday. I got to see that some people are really doing better. That helps the day go faster.

Here are a few highlights.
Better:

S has a job offer, didn't get drunk at all, and is letting the latest wrong man slip away by not returning his crazy phone messages.

Remember the couple I wrote about on 11/19 with the woman who panicked when she found the photos of her son. Well, the boy admitted he took them, and showed her how he did it. So, good; the father isn't a pedophile. But when she accused him he broke down and said that he had been on the computer, and that he is probably gay.

R was able to get her children to tell their father that they didn't want to go to Thanksgiving with the new woman in his life (they have been separated five months). How could she have ever loved and trusted such a scumbag. She cries.

Worse:
The smack that went around this city over the weekend was bad. There were twenty-six overdoses and three deaths. D was cooking supper for her boyfriend and another couple when the boyfriend went to the bathroom. Five minutes later he didn't answer the knock. She popped the lock and found him blue on the floor. If she wasn't a nurse he would have been dead. He is still in the hospital. She thought he had been clean for over a year. How do you trust a junkie?

The same:
L called twice to say that there are stains on her coat and another hat is ruined because two of the stitches in the crown seem to have been cut. Why would someone break into her house just to do that. And where did they get a key, even after she had the locks changed?

Maybe tomorrow I will have tome for luch with Sandy Weill and Lou Dobbs.