Well it’s later than usual and it’s Wednesday. Day two of the new job. How many times have I written that? Twice to be precise. Bill, came through as my champion and I slept soundly in his arms once again. What a wonderful feeling to go to sleep in the arms of the love of your life. Some have many loves and one life, some have many arms and no life at all. I’m looking at you Shiva! I’m getting accustomed to the work routine again which isn’t so bad, not at all. Something to do, something to keep me out of trouble.

Trouble finds me usually but hasn’t found me today which I am not complaining about. Trouble is lurking at Wolff Whatevs and since I’m not there anymore, not leaving a forwarding address, it’s having some difficulty finding me which is fine. Work at Golden Staffing was fine and busy and I’m still trying to work out the system and fit in and everyone tells me I’m doing a good job which is so reassuring, especially after not hearing anything like that for nine fucking months. I don’t need to have my hand held, but a little reassurance can certainly go a long way.

And it went nowhere down there, meaning Soho. I still miss the Wanker Bankers, but that memory is fading slowly. There’s no time to goof off really at the new job and that’s fine. No surfing the net, looking at illicit emails for I really don’t have any privacy which is totally different from the isolation from the Wolffmen. I’m not complaining. Like I said being told I’m doing a good job is good reason to continue to try and do good. Which is so unlike me, maybe ten years ago. There’s this nostalgia that’s been haunting me lately. Sometimes it’s not even my own nostalgia, it’s wound up in other people’s nostalgia and makes me miss them.

I’m nostalgic for Sung and Ray, I’m nostalgic for last week. I’m nostalgic for so many things that it makes it cumbersome to focus on the present moment and near impossible to even concentrate on the future. Though it’s not like that was ever my strong point. I think that train of thought was derailed when I realized that I wasn’t going to be giving my parents any grandchildren, when my whole life plan actually existed. But that was something close to thirty fucking years ago and here I am now.

Now is Hoboken, Bill is rocking his keyboards, Juan occupies the futon, Scrubs is on. Juan brought his season two collection which is where ‘Waiting for my Real Life to Begin’ is from, the episode called ‘My Philosophy’, is from. It’s what I wrote about last night. Anywho, Juan and I just watched it while Bill jams away in the next room. I wasn’t as choked up as I was last night, he had a bit of a tear, as did I. It really is a well done, well performed and pretty funny episode. Just when I thought I was getting tired of the reruns of Scrubs, I watch an episode that gets quite a reaction, then Juan shows up with the season 2 box set.