Just got back from having pizza at Grimaldi’s with my sister and her son, aka Annemarie and Earl. They just flew in from Arcata, and boy were their arms tired. Rex, Annemarie’s husband and Earl’s dad is flying in on Sunday. For those playing at home Arcata is in Northern California and closer to Oregon than it is to San Francisco. If I’m wrong, I’m sure Annemarie will tell me one way or another. They try to make it out back to New Jersey every summer. Not try, they DO make it out here every summer.
I am the only one that had made it out to Arcata and that was in 2001. I should go out there again, this time with Bill. Annemarie and Earl and Rex, usually stay at my brother Brian’s house. Unfortunately since I’ve started the new job, I don’t have the vacation time coming like I did previously at Wanker Banker. I do think I’ll be able to take at least next Thursday and Friday off.
I spoke with Mark who is Felicia’s boss. He’s a nice guy it seems and has a decent sense of humor. He said it would be okay to take those days off. I could use them and spend some time with Annemarie and Earl and quite possibly Rex. I just have to run it by Felicia on Monday. Paula who’s been helping me out this week said she’d be able to come in and work so I don’t see where there would be a problem.
The police were lurking about the office today, actually right outside in the hallway. That was odd. Never had a chance to find out what that was about, who would I ask? Maybe Mark would know. He’s the guy who knows everything, or at least the go to guy who acts like he knows everything. I don’t think Felicia likes him though. Not my problem, at least for now.
It’s been pretty good at the new job and writing that I realize most every time I write about finding my groove at the job, something changes that opinion soon after. I’m not trying to be Nostril Damage here.
New Jersey has finally gotten its budget shit together. That means people can work, and also that the beaches will be open. Annemarie fancies Sandy Hook so that is where we will go weather permitting. That’s more than ok. It’s a nice beach and if I get next Thursday and Friday off it shouldn’t be too crowded if we go then but I’ll go WHENEVER.
The weekend approaches and I’m feeling good. Bill’s at his folks which means the bed is mine, all mine for the evening. Sure, it’s great to have him there all the time, I just consider this missing him that much more. There’s the old Police song, ‘The Bed’s Too Big Without You’. There was a reggae cover version of that song, a reggae cover of a reggae covering band. Full circle. An infinite loop I suppose.