Bill was at his parents, I had the bed to myself and my stiff neck. Funny thing is, it affects me at home. At work it’s fine. Go figure. I got to find a radio station to wake up to. Since the Oldies station CBS-FM went off the air I’ve been adrift. I’d rather listen to something that doesn’t piss me off. I figured the chances of waking up to ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ would be greatly reduced if I had a classical station on and since CBS’ demise I stuck to one far left of the dial. A bit snooty sometimes and that was off putting.

So I went to Q104, which is the classic rock station. I woke up to Aerosmith, which is not fun at any time of the day. Maybe WBGO which is jazz station from Newark. Jazz is innocuous. I don’t hate it and I don’t actively seek it out. Bill loves it so I doubt if he’ll be offended. I just have to find it. It’s even further down the dial than WFMU, and I don’t want any JM in the AM. No offence, just not my cup of tea.

As I was puttering around the apartment the phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number and answered it anyway. It was Steven McPherson, one of the Senior Vice Presidents from Wanker Banker. Nice guy, very handsome, waspy with a patrician air. Great wife, Tracy too. One time Steven wore a fantastic pinstriped suit and I spent the day not looking at him because I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off it.

Steven wasn’t calling me about the suit. He was asking if I was going to work. Of course I was I told him. He wanted to know if I wanted to ride into the city with him, so he can use the HOV lane at the Lincoln Tunnel. Awfully nice but I had to remind him that I no longer work in midtown, I work in Soho, so I take the Path. He was kind enough to ask about the new job and I explained that it was 180 degrees away from Wanker Banker. He wished me well and that was that.

I wandered to the Path and picked up my bananas from the man with the Plantain in his pants. Today he was wearing a cock ring on his wrist. What is going on? Is he hitting on me? I’m flattered. Still charges me full price on the bananas so maybe he isn’t. Or maybe he figures I can afford the thirty cents. I can.

Got to the office and could not get into the office. Key card not working. Immediately go into paranoid mode. Maybe I was fired. I shouldn’t be here. I waited a half hour before I was able to get in. Kristy Fallon let me in and I was grateful. Nice girl that. She has some dough and a house in the country and a condo in the city. She won me over when she started loudly playing the Afro Cuban All Stars “A Toda Cuba le Gusta” which means ‘I really like your shirt’. Or maybe not.

I love Cuban music, especially the Buena Vista Social Club stuff. I told her how I saw the movie 5 times in the movie theatres, owned the VHS and the DVD as well as many cd’s from the band and seeing some of them in concert. She one upped me with having gone to Cuba with her jazz saxophonist husband. Oh that Kristy Fallon.

The day went fast. Felicia gave me some notes last week and I asked her about one of the items. Music at the front desk. I asked if that meant no music was allowed. No quite the opposite. They want to hear music at the front desk.

I’ve already put the speakers and Ipod accessories in my bag.
Here’s some pics.