Computer Glitches

Who: Greg Schmeck
Age: Late 30s
City: New York, NY
Profession: Computer Engineer & Then Some

It was one of those pseudo introductions where A and B are talking (I’m B) and C (who knows A) comes out of nowhere and joins the conversation, adding some witty remarks that makes A and B chuckle. Then, C starts telling a story and B notices that C is checking in every now and again. Five minutes later (like, really five minutes) C shares his name, Greg, and before you know it, B and C are friends. Chances are either one of them will find each other on Facebook and that’ll be that. The End.

Not exactly. Greg is a computer engineer, “these days every Tom, Dick & Harry thinks they’re computer engineers, so I’ll keep it simple.” I stop him, “No, wait, what type of computer engineering do you do?” He sighs with a smile, “I build ideas for websites and I play with them for a while; see if it’s worth more of my time and someone else’s money.” Greg is in his late 30s (I’m assuming), quite smart, and seems to love dark brown since he’s matching in it from head to toe. Greg knows A from a book club she use to be a part of but can no longer attend since A now works Monday evenings. “That sounds like fun,” I say. Greg shrugs, “Yeah, but at some point I want to start a family and settle down and the tech start-up lifestyle doesn’t support that.”

Greg makes a lot of money and has done so for a while. He also works 60 hours a week with a small group of college friends in one of those mirror-reflecting high rises on Park Avenue. He doesn’t have a girlfriend to support his future plans of starting a family, yet. But he’s hopeful. I prod, “Where will you find Ms. Right?” He laughs nervously, “Ah, yes, the million dollar question. Maybe you know. I’ll pay you!” I laugh. While the greater population is desperately in need of a little more pocket change in their pay stub, Greg may very well never have to deal with those woes in this lifetime. And yet, his reality is peppered with waiting for Ms. Right who just may find her way into his 60-hour week. Fingers crossed…

He changes the subject and asks us to raise our glasses and toast about something else.