Daily Archives: May 8, 2006

Nobody Hurts You

Ugh. Mondays. No me gusta. No mas! Woke up not wanting to go to work. I know most everyone feels that way. Hard to get motivated this morning. Just didn’t want to go. A depressing feeling. I felt so lost. Some days are better than others of course. This was not one of the better days. Just don’t know where or how to fit in at the new job. I am alone most of the time, everyone is about 100 feet away from me.

It’s a different scene for sure. Where at Wanker Banker I had at least the IT guys and some Admins to talk to, at the new job there is really no one. Even Dave Disco, my ex boss would be available to talk to. But Felicia isn’t really that social, at least not with me. I still don’t know what’s really expected of me so I spend a lot of time and energy just keeping busy.

Still there are moments of downtime where I just don’t know what to do. Phones aren’t ringing off the hook, occasionally I go make sure there is a fresh pot of coffee, rinse off some dishes and put ‘em in the dishwasher. They’ve stopped ordering soda so that’s one less thing I have to do. It is drudgery but well paying drudgery. I have to remind myself of that from time to time.

But still most of the day was spent feeling down about the job. I think it’s because I had such a good time over the weekend, with the jamming on Saturday with Bill and Tom, Juan coming over in the evening and then hanging out with Frank and Elaine at the Art and Music festival in Hoboken on Sunday, winding up watching the Sopranos and Big Love with Bill and Julio.

The mood lifted somewhat in the afternoon after a mediocre salad. I like taking a late lunch because it makes the afternoon seem shorter and going home faster. At least it seems that way.

I’ve taken to walking down to the World Trade Center Path train, it’s about a half hour walk and good timing to smoke my Padron before I descend into the train station. I remember how it used to be before the tragedy almost five years ago, when 3000 people died. It’s a major tourist site, now more than it used to be.

But the walk down there is enjoyable and not too many people on the street to complain about the cigar. It was more crowded last week with the Tribeca Film Festival, with lots of people wandering around. This week, a lot less. I walk down the street, past White Street where I was shanghaied in 1980 at the Mudd Club. It was a lot more dangerous then than it is now.

Industrial lofts converted into luxury condos selling for millions. JFK Jr lived down here. A lot of Hollywood people do too. I just keep on walking.

Got off the Path train and walked down Washington Street which definitely had less people than yesterday. I downloaded Graham Parker and the Rumour, ‘Squeezing Out Sparks’. High school. Long time ago.