A sober ramble. Ok, a day unlike any other. Amiable Alan noticed his mentions in the previous entries so I thought and drop a line and reassure him that he’s really not as amiable as I’d like to think, or as he insists. But he is, between you and me, he is. Work was the usual running around like a dog chasing his tail. I’d like to consider myself as a Labrador retriever. Amiable Alan would be a terrier named Bridget, if the collar fits. I’m going to be working with Terry the next few days. She’ll be sitting with me as I fly around trying to pick up whatever threads Felicia left ragged while she’s out on sick leave.

Having trouble keeping people’s pseudonyms straight and by straight I mean correct. I know I gave someone another name to keep things on a legal tip. The difficulty is keeping track of who’s who as if you, the reader is keeping track of who’s who, and I really doubt you are. From out of the five people that actually do read this, I don’t expect anyone coming forth bearing a chart or a diagram. Basically you’re all off the hook. I can almost hear that collective sigh of relief.

Today as I was standing outside my workplace on the street I was almost killed, or at least very seriously injured. No really. Not wearing the drama queen tiara right now. I was talking to Phyllis, someone I work with, having a jolly good time when a sharp piece of metal flew past my head. Yes, I was almost hit in the head with sharp metal that had fallen nine floors. I picked it up and walked back in following Phyllis who had ran ahead of me and told the security personnel at the desk.

A few minutes later I get a phone call from the building superintendent who sounded quite nervous, telling me they were doing construction on the ninth floor and they were supposed to have the windows closed and they didn’t and boy were they in trouble. I’m pretty sure that he was worried that I was going to sue. But nothing happened really. I didn’t get hurt, no harm, no foul. It was a very lucky thing that no one got hurt actually. And don’t forget the people that not only didn’t get hurt, but would have called a lawyer as soon as possible. Like I said, no harm, no foul, though the damage that could have been done would have been heinous.

After work I was able to walk down to the Path train smoking a cigar. No more bits of metal falling towards my head, I played Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros, the band he formed years after the Clash disbanded. I downloaded it at work from someone else on the network. Man what a really good record. It made me upset again at the fact that I never saw the Clash, or Joe Strummer live. I highly recommend this record if you’ve loved the Clash as long as I had. I was an idiot for waiting so long to even hear it. Don’t make the same mistake I made. Get it. Though Joe Strummer is gone, this, his last record is really good. It’s ‘Global A Go Go’.