Slept incredibly well last night. Bill was so affectionate. Woke up at 7:00, which is late by my schedule. It was quite warm and I opted to wear a suit for my interview with Virginia Wagner. No tie though I stashed one in my shoulder bag. Regardless I was still sweating even in the apartment. Bill and I bouncing around like satellites, getting dressed. We decided to go to work together and he had no problem walking to my usual stop rather than his.

Things like that matter to both of us. Anyway it was a relatively uneventful bus ride. I was a bit antsy yet I kept my cool in the humidity. By the time I got to the office I was obviously sweating. I went into the bathroom and dabbed with paper towels but it was to no avail, I was a sweatbox. I sat down at Virginia’s desk and she handed me some napkins to mop the literal sweat off my brow.

We talked about revamping the resume, and she walked me around her office introducing me to her fellow employment counselors. I smiled, shook hands, all very much like running for office. The whole thing lasted less than a half hour. I stopped by Smilers on Fifth Avenue after that, getting an egg sandwich from Tony the guy I’d see once a week for my breakfast. Good to see him, seemed like old times. Seemed like four months ago.
Instant nostalgia.

Picked up the latest Uncut and Mojo and hopped onto a nicely air conditioned bus. Once again I have too much to read. It’s not a bad thing at all. Almost up to date with the New Yorker, plus the new Mojo and Uncut, and a book that I ordered from the Library is in. On top of that are the newspapers, which I usually read on line, but when I’m off from work, I buy the print editions, except for the New York Times.

Annemarie, Earl and I went to the beach soon after I got back to Hoboken. It was a flying by the seat of your pants proposition to decide to head down to Sandy Hook when there were very dark clouds in Hoboken. I reminded Annemarie that it was very much the same way last year when Stine joined us. Last year it was actually raining but stopped once we got to the beach. Not too many people stayed during the rain.

There weren’t that many people at the beach today. The water was nice, initially cold but once you were acclimated it was fine. A strong tide kicked up a lot of sand while Earl and I played in the waves. He kept trying to throw me into the waves. His 115 pound frame trying to catch me off guard. It was quite humorous.

We left Sandy Hook after a few hours, catching some parkway traffic as we drove up to Saddle Brook to pick up Rex. After that it was dinner at Park and Orchard, which was very good. Annemarie knew our waitress’ sister and after my 2 Stellas and Rex’s Guinness we paid the check to find that the drinks were on the house. Now I am exhausted and need to sleep. Good night.

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I walked to work with my head up, looking forward. I slept well entwined in Bill’s loving arms. It’s great what a little communication can do. He’s was up and about this morning and it’s rare that we are up at the same time. He was as exuberant as he was last night. A yin to my yang. Me? I sit rather quietly, having coffee with Today in New York on and check my email.

Bill doesn’t drink coffee. I require coffee. I was sitting at the computer reading my emails and the New York Times online while Bill puttered about. Eventually I had to go and we kissed, professing our love for each other in a post 9/11 daily routine. He lingered at the door watching me go down the stairs. That was a nice send off. He really cares for me I felt.

I played Optimistic by Sounds of Blackness, it was so good I played it twice. Then decided to play the other two Sounds of Blackness tracks on the iPod, The Pressure and Testify. Good swingin gospel music to get me to the train. I could’ve played Optimistic all day but opted for Prince ‘Sign O’ the Times’. Still a great record, so much fun and so many memories.

Work was the drag that it usually is these days. I heard from McGruff from Wanker Banker, who told me to speak to his assistant. I called and then had to hang up due to someone next to me that I didn’t want to know what was going on. I couldn’t reach her, and it was McGruff’s suggestion. They haven’t replaced me and I am more than willing to go back. I have been humbled.

The wheels might be turning. It is familiar ground. It would be awkward that’s for sure. It’s very similar to what my counterpart at Wanker Banker San Francisco did. She left for what seemed to be a more exciting and promising job and found it not to her favor. So she left the new job and went back to her old job in Wanker Banker. Why couldn’t I do that?
The only obstacle could be the human resources director who I decline to name at this point.

It was a busy day at McMann and Tate and it was also the last day before the start of a four-day weekend for me. It was accidentally timed nearly perfectly since tomorrow is going to be very busy. Paula will be sitting in for me, both Thursday and Friday working with Felicia. Friday should be not as busy but basically I don’t care. I plan to be at the beach after dropping in on Virginia Wagner tomorrow. The beach depends on the weather. Virginia is a definite. Virginia is for lovers. Only heterosexual ones though.

It would’ve been nice to have had dinner tonight with Annemarie and Earl since I’m in a much more mellow mood than I was last night. But that was then and now is now and tomorrow is Saturday for me, Thursday for everyone else. I doubt the interview should take more than an hour, at which point I get back on the bus, change in shorts and trunks and hook up with Annemarie and Earl and head down the shore. That is the plan, man.