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I’m Moving On

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Well here I am on a Wednesday night. It’s getting chilly out. Lot’s of rain last night, it’s what I fell asleep to. I had an interview scheduled for this morning at 9:30, so that meant Bill making sure I was relatively coherent before he left.

I left the apartment a little after 8:00. I am not one to be late and will leave early and arrive early so as not to be tardy. I was able to flag down a bus that was a block past my stop and the bus driver was gracious enough to let me on board as I thanked her profusely.

A walk through Bryant Park like I used to do when I was working with Greg Stevens at 800 Third Avenue. I was early when I got to 44th Street and Lexington Avenue and waited outside the building for 20 minutes before heading in at 9:15 for my 9:30 interview.

The interview went well. The interviewer was Jill and she reminded me of Miriam Molloy and Nancy Gerstern, two women who had the same composure as Jill. Jill talked and talked as she walked me through the offices, after taking an elevator and then 2 flights of marble steps.

We sat and I listened to Jill go on about the job and what my duties would be. I felt like I had the job already and when the time came I asked a question which Jill promptly answered and continued talking about what duties I would have while I worked with a team.

I sat there and listened as Jill talked, thinking about how sweaty my t-shirt was, if it was going to rain outside when I left. It was an hour long interview just like yesterday. I was soon back on the street, an hour to kill before I headed back to the cigar shop.

I called the recruiter and let her know that I think it went well. She was happy to hear that and I was happy to tell her. I called up Bill and told him that it went well, then I headed into the cigar shop after walking around through midtown.

It was Don and Calvin today. Marcus flitting about somewhere. Apparently there was a cigar event going on tonight, scotch in the cigar shop, steaks at a nearby restaurant then back to the cigar shop for more scotch and cigars.

After being in the cigar shop for about 45 minutes, I got a phone call from the recruiter, congratulating me on landing the position. I was happy that I did but soon felt guilty. Don is leaving the cigar shop, his last day is Saturday, and now I am going to give notice, right before the busy holiday season.

Yeah, I’ve been unhappy working at the cigar shop, but these guys were good enough to take me in. And I lost about an inch around my waist and I intend to keep it like that. I’m basically not looking forward to facing their disappointment.

There is the fact that it’s a Monday through Friday job, and it basically pays a lot more than what I am making now. I don’t think telling Marcus and Calvin the truth will suffice so something else will have to be said. Bill is thrilled though and his happiness is encouraging to me.

I will tell Marcus and Calvin something on Friday.

Oh and Martini Basher came in before I came in, still hurt by my writing a few lines about his crap reggae CD. He can dish it out, but obviously he can’t take it. Punk ass.

I’m Waiting For The Day (Mono)

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Tonight it was 17.3 minutes from 58th Street to 42nd Street. A trail of bodies in my wake. Tonight’s shuffle down the avenue was courtesy of Beck- Midnight Vultures. Sexx Laws to Get Real Paid. I like Beck, liked him for awhile.

In fact while listening to Mixed Bizness, the third out of four songs, I remembered going to see Beck at Radio City with Julio on Valentines Day 1999. A great show, I was dancing in a suit & tie, standing in the middle of the row, no one else around me dancing.

I certainly enjoyed the show and ran into friends I hadn’t seen for a while, all of whom seemed to be working for Beck on the tour. But that was 11 years ago, and here I am in the 21st century.

A wild and an untamed thing.

Well I heard from the people I met with yesterday in the day off and apparently I made a good impression. Good enough that I have another meeting on Monday at 1:00. I am certainly looking forward to it and I am also trying not to get my hopes up too high.

It certainly is something that I would like to get. More money, normal hours, good location, free lunch and all involving things that I’ve done before.

I am hoping my friend, my friend can keep quiet about this. My friend my friend is a customer at the cigar shop who is one of the more intelligent types that come in almost daily and it’s always a pleasure to converse with him.

He asked me if I wrote and I mentioned that I write at least 500 words every day, excepting Sundays (for the past 2 weeks I’ve not written on Sundays, preferring to keep the day wholly for myself). And in explaining that I write at least 500 words a day,

I told my friend my friend about this here blog. I should have explained that it’s sometimes worthwhile to read, that after sifting through so much coal, you sometimes come across a diamond.

Sometimes it’s a column, sometimes it’s a letter, sometimes it’s a journal or a diary and sometimes it just 500 words. And sometimes it’s a call for help.

With the information percolating in my head with regards to the meeting on Monday I was definitely in good spirits, and that certainly made the day go faster. I worked with Calvin, Don Birch and Raymond.

Both Don Birch and Raymond have an eye on the door as well. It’s just that management is shoddy and not much will ever be done to make it a better place to work. And management is too busy to recognize their maltreatment of the staff, which could lead to a sudden exodus of employees.

In this day and economic climate it shouldn’t be too difficult to replace departing workers, just a drag to have to retrain newbies.

I certainly hope to leave on a good note and even considering coming back to help out during the holidays though I have a feeling my suggestion would be spurned.

But nothing is set, nothing is concrete and I’m talking (or rather, writing) through my hat.

It certainly is a nice night though.