Oh it was raining again today and muggier than yesterday. Had the bed to myself and slept ok, woke up to some crazy music that I can’t describe, some fucked up avant jazz stuff. Paddled around the apartment and did my routines, and then it was out the door and into the rain. I wore a suit today because we had a potential client in today. No one asked me to, I wanted to, but with the humidity, by the time I got to the Path train I was wearing a see through French cuff shirt. Embarrassing, yet sexy to some.

Ninth Street was a pain in the ass, just a slow moving crowd of people trying to delay walking out into the rain. Why do people decide the best place to have a conversation is at the top of a busy stairwell? Where is Miss Manners when you need her? Got my bagel and walked in the rain, down Sixth Avenue to the office. I had made preparations for our client to glide on in and the lobby personnel were anxious to find out when this client was coming in. I told them that the client would be in around noon.

Got to the office and found the stashed t-shirt which is seemingly a better idea each time I come to work dressing like a cheap whore, all sweaty and I’m not cheap. I set about setting up the office after I changed shirts. Made a mental note to even keep a dress shirt in the office should something happen to the one I’m wearing. It’s not like when I worked at Wanker Banker and had Sym’s around the corner and could run in and buy whatever I might need. No, I’m miles away from any good affordable men’s wear store. Need to bring in an extra shirt next week.

It was busier than the previous weeks since summer for businesses is officially over. The food I had ordered came in earlier than expected and though it caused some stress, I was able to start setting the lunch up. Around noon I went outside and waited for the client to escort them through security. He was late but it was ok. I hung out and talked to various smoking coworkers underneath the awnings that run along the building façade. About 30 minutes later, a town car pulls up and out pops, Robert Redford. Yes, the Robert Redford.
He looked good, obviously did not have work done. He does look 69. I breezed him through security and we rode the elevator with a few people that had no idea who he was.

He asked me where I was from and I said New Jersey, I’m a Jersey boy. He mentioned he was out at NBC in Secaucus and I told him that NBC has offices out there in the middle of the swamps. I also mentioned to him that I watch the Sundance channel and really enjoy it, especially the Documentary Mondays. He smiled and was happy to hear that since that was his personal idea. The office was atwitter when he arrived. I gave him a brief tour of the office and he thanked me, telling me it was nice to meet me. I said the same.

I had to run out and get my lunch and I forgot all about a phone interview that was set up for me. I didn’t want to take the call but since it was set up I felt obligated. I was standing out in the drizzle talking to whatever her name was, walking her through my resume. I’m sure I sounded cranky, as I was going to get my lunch. I answered her questions and tried to explain things on my cell, and I’m happy to say it wasn’t a good interview. I’m basically settled at McMann and Tate and don’t need another upheaval for the second time in a year. I did even mention that I was working with Robert Redford and whatshername seemed impressed. Bob (that’s what I called him) left about an hour or so after I got back. The meeting seemed to go well. I was happy and was thanked and told that Bob was impressed with the fact that I watched the documentaries on Sundance.

The afternoon flew by, and I had to go to ‘see’ Philip afterwork. They don’t know so don’t tell them, ok?