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One Way or Another

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Well this is a first. Currently my network card on the pc is damaged, fried, kaput. What worked fine this morning, is now on the fritz. Whether or not this is because of the heavy thunderstorms a few hours ago, I’m not too sure but it’s probably more than likely. I was on the phone with Verizon, those nice people who try to be helpful but Dennish Brach was trying too hard. Also had me on for a bit too long. Lost him once and he called me back but after an hour and a half of being on hold and off hold, I gave up and called again which resulted in me screaming YES or NO at the voice prompts which invariably resulted in “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you”. TECH SUPPORT! “That sounded like you wanted to cancel your service. Is that true?” NO!

I feel differently now. I want to cancel it now, even though what happened was not Verizon’s fault. I found that out after I called Verizon and got Steven who read Dennish’s notes. So I need to go to CompUSA or something like that for a new network card, but I don’t really know what kind of network card I need. That is something I need to ask Rand about, but I believe Rand is in San Diego. I’m adjusting to using Bill’s powerbook, now I’m sitting on the couch with the laptop on my lap. How apt, my lap.

It’s coincidental that I had swung past Wanker Banker and hung out with my IT buddies who are way cool and had hooked me up with the computer years ago. I probably could’ve gotten a new card from them. Bah! If I only knew then what I know now. Now being about 12 hours ago. I had an interview around the block from Wanker Banker and I told them that be at McMann and Tate that I would be in by noon. They surprisingly didn’t mind. I thought Felicia was going to be upset that I missed her staff meeting but no, she seemed fine with it.

The interview I had was at Lexington and 54th. It was for what I think is a mortgage refinancing company. Interesting place, I was told later on that they were impressed by me. I was in the running between myself and someone else. I think they’ll go with the other. I told Virginia Wagner that I would take the job if Bill is covered under my benefits. I think it was a deal breaker. McMann and Tate has been unbearably bearable. It’s been ok lately.

Last week when I was stressed I was stressed because of a mistake that I had made. I was busy beating myself up, no one really said anything else about it. That’s how bad I was. Nearly ruined my dinner with Annemarie, Earl and Bill. I will wait and see how Monday and Tuesday go. It was nice to stop by Wanker Banker and see the friendly faces that I missed, even hot dog man on the corner. Who knows where I’ll wind up? Not me. I certainly don’t.

Inion/Daughter

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Oh if it weren’t for my friends and family I would be so lost. I really love and cherish them. It was a day like yesterday filled with employment angst. I’ve had unemployment angst and there was the angst with my last months at Wanker Banker, but this is trying for sure. The lies, the plotting, the reasons that I need to present for being in late, or taking the day off. It’s a drag. Once again though it was a decent day at McMann and Tate, but I can sense a dangling shoe about to drop.

I have some interviews lined up in the next days, one tomorrow, one on Wednesday, actually two on Wednesday but both at the same company. That’s the one with the 10:30 to 6:30PM gig, which is awfully tempting. That is going to require a sick day. I don’t know if they’re catching on at McMann and Tate. Tomorrow I’m going in late, due to a memorial service in the Bronx. More on that tomorrow.

I don’t know why I’m working myself up into a tizzy. I used to be relatively cool about matters such as this, but now I’m stressed. I’m trying to look at this as a good position to be in though. I may have found my groove at McMann and Tate, and there are these other companies that are interested in me so if one doesn’t pan out or if I get panned there’s always something else in the works, I hope.

I had to run up to midtown and see my Rasta pal Jesse. I walked around midtown smoking my Padron 5000, and headed to the Path train listening to Grace Jones ‘The Compass Point Sessions’ The day started out in dub and ended that way at least iPod wise. Once I got to Hoboken I knew my friend Jim Mastro was hosting an evening of entertainment at Sinatra Park on the Hudson River in Bokeyland. Jim used to be in one of my fave rave bands in the eighties, the Bongos, now he’s still playing guitar and owns the Guitar Bar in Hoboken. I am good friends with his wife, Meghan and have baby sat for Lily and Ruby their fantastic daughters.

Jim’s been playing with Ian Hunter and recently played with Robert Plant at the Beacon Theater at a benefit for Arthur Lee from Love, who’s been ill and needs money to pay for his hospital bills and treatment. That night he played with Nils Lofgren, Ian Hunter and Robert Plant. If you go to www.youtube.com and do a search for Robert Plant Beacon Theater you will see hatted Jim playing guitar behind Plant.

Big shoes to fill when you’re playing behind Robert Plant, and there’s a look in Jim’s eye as if even he couldn’t believe what was going on. He’s such a great guy that Jim. I basically sat with Meghan, watching Lily and Ruby sell Guitar Bar t shirts and caught up on the past few months since we last saw each other while the band played rock and soul classics from the past couple of decades.

Rocked the stress away I must say. I do have to get Bill and go out and visit that fabulous family out in New Jersey, and soon. Been asked to visit for years and haven’t gotten to it yet and I fear the invitation might be revoked if I don’t make an appearance. So Bill and I should rent a zip car for a few hours and say howdy. It would be the civilized thing to do, wouldn’t it?