Daily Archives: July 28, 2006

Long Tall Sally

Finally Friday arrives. It felt like Friday on Wednesday, which made yesterday and today a bit odd. Askew, even. Work was work, meaning nothing special. I did take my time getting into work because I had to go to the bank. I got to the office a little after 8:30 which is actually the time I was originally supposed to work, 8:30 to 5:30. It’s really8:00 to 6:00, excepting Friday when I leave at 5:30 to go to the appointment with Philip Beansprout.

Unfortunately rode in a car on the Path train with no air conditioning. The other cars were jam packed which meant even if the air conditioning was on, you weren’t going to feel it, it was that crowded. At least I had room. All the seats were taken, and there were the standers like myself, hanging on and sweating. When I got to the office it looked like someone threw a bucket of water on me. At least that’s what one of the nice ones said. Luckily I had an extra t shirt, which is a must during the summer.

I got through the day. Felicia was in for a few hours, still sick and I kept telling her to go home. Not just for her own sake, but for my own. Whatever she has, I don’t want. I hate being sick in the summer. I learned that lesson at Wanker Banker when a coworker kept coming in to work while getting sicker and sicker. I kept sending her home, but eventually I caught what she had. A lesson learned. Eventually Felicia went home.

The air was quite thick in the city with nary a breeze. A 10 minute thunderstorm didn’t help matters either. Not good for anyone. Oddly enough at home we haven’t even installed the air conditioning, being on the fifth floor there’s been a breeze blowing quite a bit. We have the fans going, always asking for autographs, and that’s all we need. It’s nice.

I made my way up to 57th street to meet up with Bill before we saw Philip. I was early of course. Almost got clipped by a bicycle psychotic going against traffic on Seventh Avenue. Really felt the air brush by as he sped towards Central Park. Other people would probably scream or even actually get hit, I just continued on m way amazed at how close we actually got to each other. No need to shake my fist at him and curse. Who knows? I probably did that to someone at sometime.

Karmic retribution. I met up with Bill outside the building where Philip has his practice and settled in. It was quite an amiable session, all three of us in good spirits. Surprisingly I had a lot of talking to do and though I don’t think I sounded angry or uptight, Philip thinks I should have a solo session for my impulsive anger issues. Hmmm, so that’s what it’s called. I mentioned I could work on some coping skills too. My sister suggested that a while ago, so next week I have a solo session. Other than that, everything is relatively cool.

How are you doing?