Tuesday. Bill was up before me, playing games on his cellphone which was distressing at 5:45AM. It sounded like waking up next to an arcade. Then it was the wrinkling of paper. Quite loud. Not being a morning person, I was about to start screaming since it was 45 minutes before I needed to get out of bed, but I held my tongue and tried to get as much sleep as I could get which wasn’t easy. Needless to say, I eventually got out of bed at 6:30 as Bill was walking out the door. I admit I kissed him, but it was a rather disgruntled kiss.

I got in the shower, did my thing, had some cereal, coffee, and checked email and soon I too was out the door, bus pass tucked into my iPod case. It was a lot colder this morning, about 35 degrees, which is half the temperature it was on Saturday. More people in wool this morning on Washington Street, than in shorts and flip-flops. I’m sure some runners would show up eventually, pushing high tech baby strollers as they run around the mile square city. It used to be that when couples had children they would leave Hoboken for the suburbs, but now they stay.

I got off the bus. The Port Authority bus terminal is a madhouse in the morning and I’m still getting used to it. People running this way and that way, trying to cross a river of people is like trying to avoid salmon during mating season. I got to the office in time though. 8:30 is when I start and at 8:31 I’m usually making coffee for everyone. It’s nice, people come in, walk by my desk and actually say hello. Such a little thing, but it makes a difference to me at least.

It was a busy day. I’m doing research for the president of the company. Naomi wants me to check a letter that she’s sending to the editor of a local paper that had denigrated Roseland, the town she lives in. I had to go to the Roseland town website and look up high school marching band rankings and cheerleading championships. That’s fine by me. Naomi’s lieutenant, Wally also had a project for me and told me he wanted to work with me on it at some point in the afternoon but he never got around to it. I didn’t mind since Wally is a bit of a closet queen.

Not that I mind closet queens, despite the fact that by being so closeted, it creates the appearance that something is wrong with being gay and there isn’t anything wrong with being gay. Silly Wally. Closets are for hangers, winners use the door. A tough lesbian came in late afternoon. It’s true, Ellen DeGeneres is the only lesbian with a sense of humor. Forget about Rosie O’Donnell. She hasn’t been funny in years.

This tough lesbian with almost as much, if not more, testosterone than me was just so bitter. I did catch her checking out one of the female counselors as she walked by. I saw just over the computer screen, she tried to be discreet but I caught her. She was finished with her interview soon enough and she did say good night so maybe her attitude was due to nerves.

I had an epiphany this afternoon. I came to the realization that all this drama that I put myself through in so unnecessary. It’s just a job after all. I’ve been told I’m doing a good job, getting positive feedback from Naomi, telling me about my phone manner and my interacting with clients and candidates. Not bad for day six, wouldn’t you say?