Last night, came home and wrote. Got on the phone with my brother and talked with Frank for almost an hour. It was good, commiserating about shit jobs that he’s had and that I have. Apparently we both have looked at other people working, Frank looking at Postal workers with envy, me looking at street sweepers jealously. It was a good talk and allowed to let me take some steam off. Bill came home and tried a little tough love regarding the job but I don’t think it was the correct approach.

He was telling me things I’ve told myself countless times. So what good feeling I may have had with Frank, promptly went south after having Bill lecture me about the job. I know he meant well but oh how his timing was off. Then after that I get a phone call from Peter the landlord who tells me that the windows will be repaired Tuesday. That really sucked because the apartment is a mess and I wanted to be here when the windows were repaired and with work being what it is, I wouldn’t be able to take off. I spent about an hour avoiding Bill and trying to clean up the window areas so the repairman would have no problem fixing the four windows. I have no idea what happened on ‘Heroes’.

I went to bed at eleven. I woke up so tired. Up before six and at work this morning around 6:50. Bill kindly stayed out of my way, he was supportive again this morning, soft spoken and wished me a good day. I walked to the Path train in darkness. I played Led Zeppelin, a collection of the only Zeppelin songs I really like. Occasionally a song gets added, usually after hearing it somewhere and having memories that belong to someone else. The security at the lobby desk was asleep, literally. Nothing was going to stir this guy. He does work a twelve hour shift after all.

I got to the office and ran around setting things up for an all day meeting with clients. I had forgotten to set things up last night, but had enough time to do it, relatively stress free. I made two pots of coffee and started a third and went to the loo, the first one to use the bathroom. A cheap, yet good feeling. I came back to the kitchen to find the coffee pot overflowing once again. It would not shut off. I cursed as I had to clean everything up, hot coffee all over the place.

I also had to train a new temp today. Today’s temp Norah was good. An actual temp, not merely a friend of Terry’s. I wouldn’t mind working with her again, but Terry’s friend will be back tomorrow and for the rest of the week. It got fairly hairy today with another client meeting starting up at 10:00. Norah and I made a good team, able to feed and clean up after over a dozen people. It wasn’t easy and it was stressful at times. At one point the C.E.O. came out and asked me to lower the volume on the front desk phones as it was distracting him.

Then I had to try to order cars for the clients when they were leaving and deal with idiot operators who complain I talk too fast. Then it was the idiot known as Christopher Heinz who I’ve been trying to contact regarding activating key cards. I finally got him on the phone and told him I left a voice mail. ‘Oh yeah, I got that voice mail.’ Why didn’t you call me back, stupid ass? He asked if I had the numbers he needed and I proceeded to recite them to him. ‘Whoa, email me the numbers.’ Why didn’t you say that you fucker? He then proceeded to say his email address to me really fast. I had to ask him to repeat it and he did in quite an exasperated manner. I’d like to see him order a car service!

I was able to get out for a smoke when my cell phone rang and I went upstairs. The day long clients wanted sodas, some Pepsi, some diet Pepsi and some without caffeine. I went out and bout 3 six packs of soda and set them up in the conference room only to be put down by a co worker in front of the clients, saying that I was supposed to have gotten Coca Cola not Pepsi.

It’s hard to smile through all this. I have got to get out of there pronto. I’m already planning on being sick the day of the holiday party. I’d rather not have anything to do with them and to go out and celebrate with them right now, seems hypocritical. I came home leaving work an hour earlier, and got a call from the office. Tomorrow’s all day meeting is not going to start until 9:30 so I wouldn’t have to be in at 7:00. That’s nice, but the food is going to be there at 7:30 so I do have to be in again at 7AM. Ta da!