Wednesday, the day of the hump. A hot sticky day, following the melodrama of yesterday. There was no bad sandwich, no forthcoming Technicolor yawn, it was all a dream. I was planning on taking a day off today and going on an interview but I was of two minds. One mind was telling me that I had finally gotten into my groove at McMann and Tate, and the other mind was telling me that Felicia did cause some undue stress and that stress was what had started the “looking for other jobs” ball rolling.

It has gotten better at McMann and Tate, I have a few people that I can call friends. Even Felicia has turned a corner somewhat and I find she really depends on me. If you know me, you know I don’t like to let anyone down. On the other hand there are the counselors looking out for jobs that suit me and are in the pay range I’m looking for. I know they’re not really sweating while they do the searching, they sit at their desks and dial phone numbers and email or fax resumes.

They are putting my information out there though, hoping to get their commission if and when I finally jump over the last hurdles. I have come to terms with my position at McMann and Tate and realize that it’s not brain surgery. True, some people don’t care for me and I feel likewise, so I concentrate on the ones that do. I have to make sure the areas that the disdainful ones are clean after they leave and it’s really not such a bad thing. I mean the pay is great and I have nothing to complain about in that area. It would be nice if Bill was covered by my insurance, but that’s a whole other matter.

I said earlier that I was planning on playing hooky, cutting out today but in the back of my mind I had a feeling that Felicia was not going to be in, and she wasn’t. I didn’t think the office could function without the both of us so it turned out to be a good thing I went in. The office does run somewhat smoother without her around, or at least I do. With all the good intentions between the two of us, there is still an unease I have. But it’s not insurmountable.

It felt like a Friday today, but it wasn’t. Half the office was out today, either traveling or on holiday. It was nice. I had more friends in the office than non friends and that was cool. Linda, who used to do my job insisted that I take a nice long lunch and enjoy the afternoon somewhat. She’s really sweet. She’s from England and a year or two older than me. We almost always wind up talking about music. She was in the thick of the British Punk New Wave thing back in the day, and even saw the Beatles back in the day. For that I’m envious.

I bought my usual salad and sat in the park around the block from the office, overlooking the Astroturf ball field. I was playing Lil Beethoven by Sparks that my brother Frank had burned for me a while back. I never really played but loaded it into my iPod. Finally today I played it from start to finish and I was astounded. Great production and very witty lyrics. And the vocal arrangements were fantastic. So thank you Frank. Also ordered a birthday present for my sister, who will read this, but not know what the present is. Nyah nyah Annemarie.

One more thing, Lance Bass, from N’Sync has come out of the closet. He’s gay and he put it quite nobly that perhaps his coming out of the closet will help other people realize that it’s not a bad thing. He’s also in a stable relationship, which is also a good thing for the public to realize, that gay and lesbian people could have stable relationships, just like straight people. Nyah Nyah.

Cheers to Lance Bass.

For those playing at home, this has been the 300th blog entry. I mentioned to Bill and Juan last night that these entries are like letters to no one in particular, or maybe like a daily newspaper column for the Shopper or community newspaper.

300! For me, that is an accomplishment. Maybe this will help the public realize that gay people could write at least 500 words a day, just like straight people, only better.

And thanks for this morning Chewbacca. Baby, you’re my Lance Bass.