My husband, whether he likes to admit it or not is a geek. Oh I’m not talking about one of the people who chases little virtual creatures on a video game or has to see every science fiction movie that comes out, but he is a geek. As a matter of fact he hates science fiction, doesn’t care for video games, and he certainly doesn’t do comic books or anything to do with them. What he does do is work with computers. Oh most of the time he is bitching about it but that is what he does. Let me clarify that. He is a network engineer. Those two word should tell you a lot if you are familiar with all that goes with computers and telephones these day but if you aren’t I’ll give you a simple breakdown. No I’m not trying to talk down to anyone but it’s the only way I know how to explain it because I’m not that savvy when it comes to that sort of thing. I have to admit I have over the years picked up on a little and a lot of it has come from hands on experience when I’ve accompanied my husband to work on the weekends and ended up being the grunt worker. Anyway simple breakdown of a network engineer. You know when one computer talks to another, be it from one room to another or from one country to another? Well that’s what he does. He has spent years designing those networks that allow that to happen and he has designed them all over the world. He opens his mouth to talk about what he does and sometimes all I can do is go blink blink. So I say again he is a geek.
So what does this have to do with rare jewels? Well of course he didn’t get to where he did by sitting on his butt and of course over the years he has had to attend many classes, training seminars, and schools. Now in most cases he has bitched about most at some point or another. Now this is just my husband and he really doesn’t mean it but you know men and how they have to sound like men. They can never admit that they enjoy anything that isn’t manly and or cool and tough. Make no mistake my hubby is manly, cool and tough. He can tear down an engine on a car the same as he can tear down a computer. He has traipsed through the backwoods of nowhere to hunt, hike, camp, and fish. He used to hunt, ride motorcycles, and horses. He is a manly man. So Buddy if you read this your reputation is safe. The thing is there was one place where on several occasions he attended classes and seminars and never once even began to complain about it. His high regard for this institute is about as high as it gets.
At some point when attending something at this institute he got a certain type shirt that he wore with pride and wore it for years. That shirt traveled to China, Japan, Brussels, England, and many other place throughout the world and this country. This shirt is probably better traveled than most people and seen more than my husband probably ever wants me to know about.
Recently while going through things to throw out I came across this shirt. This battered, worn out, threat bare, beloved shirt presented me with a problem. What could I do to try and salvage it? Nothing. I sat for hours, yes it presented me with that big a problem, trying to figure how to ask him if I could throw it away. I felt like it was one of the hardest things I would ever have to do. Now I know this all sounds silly but be that as it may, that’s how it made me feel because of what that shirt meant to my husband.
I decided to try and do something about it. I looked the company up on line and got their email address and sent them an email. I simply stated my dilemma and asked if they still had this particular type of shirt and if so, would it be possible to get one. I told them I would be happy to reimburse them for the shirt as well. I also admitted that I knew my request was silly but the shirt meant that much to my husband. What happened after that amazed me.
I received a very pleasant email from a dear, and I have no doubt one of the most beautiful women in the world because how could she not be, wanting information on the particular shirt and when Buddy might have received it. I responded with the requested information and pictures of the shirt.
Of course after all this time that type shirt wasn’t what they had now for the company but this wonderful, amazing, again in my opinion beautiful lady told me she would see if she could locate one in my husband’s size. After about a week she again emailed me and told me she had located one and she would mail it. She did along with one of their newer ones as well as two lovely cobalt blue company coffee mugs and a delightful little pin. The look on my husband’s face when he received the package was beyond belief. The new long sleeve shirt has been proudly hung in his closet and as we were heading out for the day just before the package came he grabbed the new short sleeve shirt and changed into it immediately. So the rare jewel whose name is Sarah was an incredible find and I will never be able to thank her enough or could I ever think of a way to repay her kindness.
All I can do is this. Sarah of Uptime Institute thank you and I can only hope that Uptime Institute knows what a true rare jewel you are. Also I would like to thank Uptime Institute for being what I have no doubt is a truly amazing company if you can generate this kind of respect and loyalty from my husband and you employ people like Sarah.
She was definitely a few pieces shy of a complete Erector Set.
"Nice equipment." said Alison.
"Don't I know it."
Would someone please make him stop excreting humanly body fluids?