It’s Monday despite all of my best efforts. I didn’t know what day it was yesterday, not all day, but after I read the Sunday papers and danced a quick tango with a few jazz cigarettes. And watching the grounded parachutist took my mind off the day of the week. I can get so easily distracted. Today I woke up in darkness. It’s dark out at 6:15. I made the bed and took a shower as Bill was readying himself for work. All I had to do was pick out a pair of jeans and a warm sweater and I was done.

I have a guarded hope, for the call back on Wednesday. The excuse is in place and ready to be launched and I think I may be looking too far ahead in the future. No offer has been made, no salary has been discussed, nor benefits. I am counting on this job regardless and that could be tricky since I simply don’t know if I will please the president of this staffing firm. It was very much like Staffmark back in the day. I saw an ad, responded and was called in for an interview. Back then, Mary Ann Molloy decided to keep me for the company rather than farming me out.

So I stayed there. This office is somewhat different. It’s a lot smaller, and I wouldn’t be working the front desk with anyone I’d be alone, my only company would be those looking for work. Work was ok today by the way. I worked with Jenn who laughs at all my jokes, or at least gets them. She’s supposed to be there for the month so that’s pretty cool. I worked in the production room by myself taking things off shelves and then moving the shelves. Friday ended pretty badly with Linda and she was staying out of my way today. And forget about Terry. We rarely converse.

This has nothing to do with the call back mind you. Linda has always been a bit dotty. She was the one who misheard me saying ‘I was busy’ with ‘I was pissy’. She’s also the one who told to never again order paper towels with patterns on them. This is like the Queen of Hearts party in ‘Alice in Wonderland’ only there is no red or any other color. Everything is white on white on white.

Tonight I am meeting Bill at McSwells. Rand and RoDa have pieces in an Art Benefit for returning Iraq and Afghanistan veterans who were wounded. Rand sent me the flyer yesterday and Bill was interested so it seems like a good occasion to go out and see some old friends. I have no idea how it’s going to be. I would like to see Martha Keavney if she’s there. It’s been over a year since I’ve last seen her. Or Martha Griffin, though since its McSwells, I sincerely doubt it. She used to work there and I doubt she’d be into going there.