Thursday has arrived. I had to get to the office early again, clients and all. I woke up in darkness. Actually woke up to Bill’s alarm clock and had to ask him to hit the snooze button. I eventually got up soon after Bill, shower, cereal, coffee, email and dress slacks. That was all I was concerned with as puttered around the office. I walked down the street listening to Magical Mystery Tour and strolled through Church Square Park. I walked over to River Street, no need to see Plantain Man, he’s dressing in layers due to the temperature.

Got on the Path train, crowded but I found that I generally get on the train with a good looking guy to peruse and there was a shorty about three feet away from me. He was shorter than me, hence the name ‘shorty’. Nicely dressed, nice shoes, very nice shirt, no tie with a nice pair of shades on his head, not covering his eyes which made me think that his hair is light sensitive. A flaw in this otherwise nice picture. As the train approached Ninth Street, he turned as if to get off the train but he was checking himself out in the reflection of the door glass. It was worth looking at.

Got my bagel and walked onto work, listening to ‘Baby You’re a Rich Man’ and ‘All You Need is Love’. It put me in a good mood. I set everything up in time for clients that were late. Not a big deal, Jenn had come in to temp once again which freed me up for a lot of things. I didn’t rush around, I was feeling pretty good. In the back of my mind I was wondering about Leslie Thompson. I sent her a thank you email and was paranoid about misspellings despite my running spell check a few times before finally sending it.
Alan and Lizzie Borden both asked how my interview went and I had no news to tell.

I was outside having a smoke when my cellphone rang. It was Leslie Robertson offering me the job. Money is about the same as it is now and benefits are comparable. They would like me to start on January 2. I accepted and went inside and called Bill. He was very happy and restrained because he was at work, but I could feel his enthusiasm. I asked him should I give notice today, tomorrow or Monday and he said today, just to get it over with.

I spoke with Donna after I got off the phone with Bill and told her that next week is my last week, my last day will be December 15. She said in her affected British accent, ‘I suppose if you’re not happy you should go.’ She couldn’t tell? She also made me promise to go to the Holiday Party next Thursday., which could definitely make going to work on Friday a challenge. I challenge I might not be able to meet. Sounds like a plan.