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    • An Affair to Forget

      Posted at 8:31 pm by kayewer, on July 19, 2025

      Excuse my jumping on a temporarily popular bandwagon, but a meme which has appeared within the past few days has much to be unpacked beyond the obvious. That’s part of what I do here.

      The incident in question involves a corporate CEO and another employee in a high-ranking position, namely Andy Byron, the head of a tech company called Astronomer, and the company’s Human Resources officer named Kristin Cabot. During a concert by the band Coldplay in Massachusetts, the couple were picked up by camera crews looking to share the audience’s experiences on the Gillette Stadium’s huge (22,000 square feet) jumbotron screen. It’s their job to find happy pairs enjoying what the stadium is offering, whether it’s a New England Patriots game or Chris Martin singing up a storm in live performance.

      It appears that Byron has been married for an estimated decade (exact figures were sketchy at this time) to Megan Kerrigan Byron, who has since taken her married name off her social media tag and left Instagram. Not a good sign. As for Ms. Cabot, married to Andrew of Privateer Rum (a distillery founded some 200-years ago), she and her spouse of about two years are rumored to have bought a house five months ago.

      The depth of the pair’s relationship is still speculative, but one can only guess at how long these supposedly dedicated spouses were picking up spare change romantic feels with their respective sidepieces (excuse the terminology). This didn’t just happen overnight.

      The fact that these two planned the concert outing, lied to their spouses about where they would be, went there and publicly showed affection indicates they did not feel there would be consequences. At least not until a camera technician trained their equipment on them in a clutch under the assumption that they were a typical pair of Coldplay fans.

      The results were a disaster. Fortunately it doesn’t appear that the concert was a multi-person event. The Astronomer company has said that no other employees were around the pair when the footage appeared, though a woman to their right seemed equally embarrassed to have been caught on camera. Perhaps she called out sick that afternoon from wherever she worked. The company placed Byron on leave while an investigation began (Cabot’s status was not revealed).

      In a work environment in which corporate compliance, along with the requirements that come with it, stress professionalism and decorum in all work and interpersonal relationships, this may well be a terminal knell for Byron at the very least, and Cabot may well follow. Of what value would enforcement of accountability be if both parties were not held to task for what they did?

      The most recent piece of news is that Byron has resigned his position.

      The camera zoomed in on the pair in a comfortable, forward-facing embrace, with Byron cuddling Cabot until they recognized themselves and broke contact. He ducked out of sight as she turned her reddening face away, and the third person to their right put a hand in front of her temple as if to block out what she suddenly realized was an awkward moment. Chris Martin ad-libbed, “Either they’re having an affair, or they’re just very shy.” Sounds like the former, Chris.

      What happened afterward may set a record to surpass the “wardrobe malfunction” moment for Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson in terms of visually altered spoof clips featuring every possible odd couple in pop culture being caught embracing the wrong partner. One compared the clip to a scary moment in the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Even one of pro baseball’s mascots, the Philly Phanatic, got in on the trend with a green furry, blond-wigged partner for laughs.

      What the past 72 hours have done, however, is much more than simply offering up an example of humans making horrible mistakes in public. Two marriages will suffer, as will the in-laws and other friends and relatives on both sides. The companies’ staff members will need to handle the fallout from a poor example set by people who are supposed to set a quality example.

      It is never wise to think that a private affair stays that way in public. It was a devastating lesson for two people who should have known better, and a cautionary tale for those who might be considering such an adventure.

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    • Brother, Can You Fix a Dime?

      Posted at 3:14 pm by kayewer, on January 4, 2025

      In my last post, I mentioned my paper shredder and a dime. I now have an update.

      The device was an Amazon purchase from their everyday product line and is over five years old. The machine worked well for what I needed to do with it, which was mostly destroying personal information on junk mail, or doing away with old copies of monthly bills from a decade ago. The endless piles of old mail are something most children of early Boomers can relate to; our parents or grandparents never threw anything out, so if you were to ask them how much monthly electricity cost in 1969, they could pull the actual bill out and show as well as tell you.

      Well, nobody has asked me how much the gas or electric bill cost in 2021, let alone 1969, so I’ve been slowly working through the ancient paperwork a few sheets at a time. If you’re familiar with operating shredders, you know that they tend to overheat after a certain period of use, so they need to take a break and cool down. This means going off to do something else until that little “I’m overheated” light goes off and the shredder is ready to go another round.

      When construction workers need to take a break to cool down, they just look all hot and sweaty, with no indicator button, and you can hang around to watch them. But I digress.

      Did it just get warm in here, or is that just me?

      The machine started to show signs of slowing down despite my efforts to keep the gears lubricated and the number of sheets per use below the recommended guidelines. At one point, I accidentally threw too much at the poor thing, and it seized up. I unplugged it and cleaned it out, but it never was the same. I was down to one sheet at a time, and then it took about twenty seconds to complete the job. I needed a new shredder.

      I went out and got one from Staples’ everyday product line, and I went full out for this version. This baby could obliterate government secrets in a flash, and in half the time of the old Methuselah.

      Strangely, the old codger machine kept on chugging, so I kept using it. Until I recently made a big mistake and killed the shredder.

      The March of Dimes tends to send an actual legal tender ten cent piece glued to the reply slip, hoping you will send a donation. These are brand new dimes, obviously never circulated. I never understood why they didn’t simply stop sending the dimes and using those expenses for the research they want us to donate for, but apparently the psychology of guilt-based philanthropy is of more importance. Not only will you send dollars more than the dime, but you will pay the post office an extra $73 to forward the donation to them.

      Except I was in the middle of holiday preparations and forgot to remove the dime and its dollop of adhesive before trying to run it through the shredder. I was promptly punished for my failure to give to those less fortunate by hearing the choked distress call of the shredder as the dime became jammed in the works.

      I figured it was over for old Betsy. Until I stopped and took stock of the situation. There was a little round seal over a hole in the shredder’s main component which read something like “warranty void if broken.” The seal had broken itself a couple of years into its life. I figured nobody has ever come after me for removing the tag from my mattress, so the rebel in me prompted a retrieval mission.

      Yes, I took a screwdriver to the main machine, removed the screws and separated the cover, resulting in a shower of paper bits and–voila!–the missing dime. Its edge was dissected so that a flange stuck up while the rest bent backward. Yours truly then went to my late father’s work corner, grabbed that little dime in a pair of pliers and hammered it back into shape with a good old ball peen from the toolbox. That dime isn’t pristine anymore, and it probably would not work in any vending machine, but it should spend just fine. Oh and yes, I looked it up, and the mint no longer accepts broken money for replacement, so my DIY job should suffice.

      Look at me go, all like a farrier and stuff. Except I didn’t work up a sweat, and nobody would watch me while I cooled down.

      So I put the shredder back together, and it seems to run much better now that I’ve cleared more of the detritus from its gears. Seems I will now have two shredders, which should last me long enough to rid myself of the last of the paper trail.

      Those everyday product lines don’t cost a dime a dozen, after all.

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    • Common(er) Courtesy

      Posted at 3:17 pm by kayewer, on October 12, 2024

      Recently I did something out of the ordinary and attended a concert featuring a chamber orchestra and a concert pianist playing one of Beethoven’s piano concerti. When I read about the upcoming performance, I looked at the seating chart for the small, intimate venue, and noticed a single unoccupied seat available in the front row. That spoke opportunity to me, so I clicked and bought the seat.

      The stage was set up for the orchestra without the piano for the first portion of the event, and I soon realized that my seat would not afford me the view of the pianist, as the instrument would take up the middle of the stage and block my view, but I was there to hear the concerto more than to watch the performer’s range of emotions (or lack of them) while their fingers flew over the keyboard.

      Soon the place began to fill up, and an elderly woman came and sat next to me, clad in a boiled wool jacket with a scarf, pillbox hat and typical jewelry for somebody her age. Now, I am also considered an old lady, but I’m talking generational older, as in she could have passed for my mother older. After the nodding pleasantries of acknowledgment were exchanged, we settled in while I looked over the program.

      After a few minutes, the lady looked over at me and asked, “May I see the program?” I obliged. She proceeded to turn the pages, and then wiped noticeably at her sniffling nose before returning her fingers to the paper. Feeling slightly sickened, as she closed the program to return it to me, I replied, “Why don’t you keep that one, and I’ll just grab a new one.” She thanked me. I thanked my sense of manners that enabled me to avoid taking somebody else’s microbiome home with me, while not letting on that I felt a bit grossed out.

      The concert started, and we got to the second piece of the scheduled four when, from next to me, came a ring tone. It was my seat partner’s cell phone, which was in a side pocket of her purse. It went off three times at intervals, as she struggled to turn it on and do something with it to shut it up. Somebody was calling her, unaware that she was unavailable.

      Now, I admit to having trouble with a device in the past, but it was not my cell. I set it to mute and vibrate only for at least three hours at the start of any concert event. I did, however, have the misfortune of leaving a security device (a combination alarm and bug finder) in my purse which decided to signal me toward the end of a concert. I didn’t know how to turn it off, because the instructions didn’t include that. I hadn’t heard a peep from it before. Thankfully it was not a screeching loud signal, so I simply buried the device deep in my purse and rolled its fabric up in my lap, squelching it long enough for the start of the finale, which drowned it out altogether. My next move would’ve been to say the heck with how much it cost and smashing it to kingdom come with my shoe.

      I don’t know if this lady had just returned to concert attendance, had bought a new phone, had just emerged from a cave or simply didn’t care, but when the second piece was finished, two of the musicians spoke to my seat partner, naturally concerned that repeated eruptions would ruin the concert. They couldn’t know, of course, that she wasn’t with me, and their eyes kept switching between us. I was mortified. I didn’t want to be banned from this venue on my first time there.

      I offered to help find the mute on her device, only to be outvoted by a seated patron behind us who simply took the phone and turned it off. I don’t know if she was a friend or relative, or just a local with the perfect balance of street smarts, techno savvy and a politeness filter set to “slightly brazen.” I bless her in my prayers every night.

      The rest of the first act went off without so much as a cough, and during intermission I received a fresh program from the usher. I explained to her what happened, and she said she would make sure it was addressed.

      So the moral of the story is, know your device and how to keep it quiet. Don’t get any of your bodily fluids on other people’s things. And finally, when faced with public humiliation, be slightly brazen.

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