Daily Archives: September 17, 2007

Two Tribes

It’s been a Monday, that’s for sure. Last night I got sucked into watching the Emmys though I really wasn’t paying much attention. I read about the show today and found myself saying, ‘oh, that’s what they were talking about’. I got a phone call from Carla the receptionist last night. She’s in North Carolina visiting her family for some function. She called to let me know that Millie, her friend that sat in for Carla on Friday, and scheduled to work for her on Monday and Tuesday, wasn’t coming in on either day due to some female trouble. That was a drag to find out on Sunday night, but I’m sure it beats hearing it on Monday morning at work.

Oddly enough I didn’t let it bother me too much. Sure it took up some space on the hard drive in my head, but there were Emmys to ignore. And I had just activated my iTunes gift card that Annemarie, Rex and Earl had gotten me for my birthday and you know, I just had to have that 12” remix of Perfect by The The. Songs by Matt Johnson, also known as, The The has been popping into my head like perfect mushrooms and I hadn’t really heard them in quite a long time. Except for TV commercials. This Is The Day is being used for a car commercial I think. But Perfect is as nearly a perfect song from the eighties like no other.

In fact, so perfect is Perfect I held off playing it until I got midway to work this morning. I turned on the iPod at the corner of 42nd and Fifth. It got me as far as 49th and Park. The song is 8:59 or thereabouts. Since I was dressed in a sharkskin suit or a reasonable facsimile thereof, I upped the ante and played Peter Gunn by The Art of Noise. I felt good and I looked good which is remarkable because after all it was a Monday morning. It was, how you say, perfect?

I got to the office and since I knew I would have no support I would have to do everything on my own today and I didn’t mind. It meant I would be busy, like I hadn’t been since I started. Carla is always doing things and I supervise which is ok, but boring really. Actually I’m doing the things I loathed doing when I was at McMann and Tate and Golden Staffing, but then again this is only for a day or two, not a real commitment.

Being busy meant the day would fly by and it certainly did. I was out at 5:00 on the dot, and of course, had my Padron ready to go as I backtracked and played Perfect, followed again by Peter Gunn with some Beat Box thrown in, also by The Art of Noise. Got the bus, went back to Hoboken, shopped at the A&P and came home to have a slight row with Bill. It got heated, then calmed down considerably. That time of year I guess. Has anything been resolved? No. We will talk again, but will we listen? Whatever it is, it certainly chilled out the apartment this evening. He’ll be at his mom’s tomorrow and I’ll be here and the problem will fade into the background until it pops up again next year.

Here’s some pics of what I looked like today. I think I was, no not perfect, but in a word, Bangin’.
91707-sharkskin-004a.jpg

Would you buy a used water heater from this man?
91707-sharkskin-005a.jpg