Daily Archives: December 12, 2006

Hand In Glove

It’s Tuesday and man is it creeping to hump day, though since I was told that Thursday is going to be my last day while getting paid for Friday, so hump day might have occurred around 3:47PM. It was a crawling and appalling day. The usual drill first, wake up, darkness, shower, coffee, cereal, seeing Bill of to work and finally me off to work. It wasn’t too cold this morning as I played Gang of Four, ‘Entertainment’ walking to the Path train. Scored another seat on the train, things are looking up. Taking advantage of pregnant women who have to stand works every time. And yes, I’m being facetious.

She wasn’t pregnant. She was blind. She didn’t know there was an empty seat. I politely ignored all the angry, disgusted stares from my fellow passengers and sat there reading the New Yorker. I’m two weeks behind and I need to catch up. I did wish there was an edition in Braille so that the blind woman hugging the pole in front of me could enjoy the latest piece by David Sedaris. It was quite funny. All that was missing was a song by Wynton Marsalis. He has such a great voice.

Work was drudgery and I occasionally wrestled with fear and guilt. Fear about going to a new job, and guilt about leaving this job. The guilt passed like gas after a pound of broccoli. There was the usual operations meeting, it being a Tuesday afternoon and all. Since everyone knew I was leaving there were a few questions and the oddest thing would happen. Whenever I would answer their questions they would talk over me and drown me out. Mark who used to be ‘cool’ was question why I was ordering so many supplies and I had to explain to him that it so they wouldn’t be caught short after I left.

He couldn’t wrap his brain around that and I had to break it down even more. Eventually I got through to him and everyone else but it certainly wasn’t easy. I am trying to leave McMann and Tate with no hard feelings which is awfully big of me. There are a few people that I will miss, but the job is way too stressful for me to stay. And the lack of coherence doesn’t help at all. I kept on keeping on, doing my job with one eye on the clock and the other eye on the door.

McMann and Tate’s Holiday party is Thursday and I’ve been very ambivalent about the whole thing. One thing is that it starts at 8:00 at a gallery on Broadway. I get out of work at 5:30, so I’d be left hanging around for 2 and a half hours. The other part is that it has a James Bond, Casino Royale theme so the guys have to dress like James Bond characters and the women have to dress like high priced call girls. Which for most of them isn’t too far a stretch. It would be weird for me to go.

What do the reader(s) think. I’d like your input. No, really I would. Please let me know if you think I should go to the party. Post a comment, damn it. Why am I the one doing all the writing?