It’s finally Friday. It wasn’t such a bad week and I followed my sister’s instructions and I feel a whole lot better neck and back wise. Isn’t she great? Still the waking up earlier than I should is a drag. Hitting the snooze button on the alarm clock every ten minutes doesn’t really lend itself to a comfortable sleeping experience. Bill slept wrapped in my arms though. It was so cute to hear him purr. He was up and out before me and there was no drama involved. That was cool. He kissed me goodbye as I showered and soon enough I too was out the door.

The bus was crowded as usual. I finished last week’s New Yorker midway through the tunnel as I listened to Kraftwerk. I had to stop off and pick up flowers and a birthday balloon for Kathleen, a coworker. That was easy enough. Naomi wasn’t going to be in today. Wally came in late. Two things about Wally. He’s hard to figure him out, and I do think he’s a closet case. Carmen, another coworker says he’s funny but I haven’t seen it yet, meaning, he hasn’t made me laugh. In fact he makes me uncomfortable.

The other day when president Naomi was leaving early, I commented to her that, ‘it’s good to be queen.’ That got Wally’s attention and he shot a look over in my direction. The guy makes 300k a year which proves a lot of money doesn’t make much of a difference if you’re a dweeb. I have gone and tried to be personable to him by complimenting him on his ties. It seems to work somewhat. But he does lack in manners and etiquette.

It’s only been nine days so I’m not passing judgment. No sign of Felicia type behavior, and I went back to previous entries to make sure I wasn’t overlooking any signs of it. I think most of the coworkers are nice, it’s a smaller office, a family type atmosphere.

Juan pops up occasionally on AIM, usually after he wakes up around 2:00 in the afternoon. Nice life he has, doesn’t he? I would do the same thing, in fact I’m sure I’ve done the same thing. I certainly don’t begrudge him any of it. He’s a good guy, a real sweetheart. He didn’t come over last night and believe it or not I was worried about where he was, who he was with and what he was doing. I suppose it’s true. When he comes over Bill plays the role of ‘dad’, and that leaves me with the role of ‘mom’.

Julio and Stine have returned from Denmark earlier this week. I saw them briefly the other night. I stopped by after picking up some mail for them that had fallen to the floor and basically they were zombies from jet lag. There’s a tentative plan to hang out tomorrow night and hear of their tales of Copenhagen. It wasn’t all fun and games since Stine’s grandmother passed away when they were there. Hopefully we’ll have fun tomorrow night.

PS- go to Jockohomo-datapanic in the blogroll and read the piece about Banksy, a UK graffiti artist. I enjoyed it.

Thursday and quite cold. In the 20’s. Tomorrow back to the 50’s. Lady and Gentlemen, seriously, what the fuck is going on here. Juan came over last night and we hung out, Bill was at his folks. I couldn’t deal with Bush and his speech so we watched the Clash in ‘Westway to the World’. A documentary about the Clash up to the point where they kicked Mick Jones out which Paul Simenon and the late and sorely missed Joe Strummer regretted shortly thereafter. I think Juan liked it. He said he did after I asked him a few times during the documentary.

He left around 10:45 and still I didn’t fall asleep until 11:30, which gives me 7 hours of sleep but my body is used to 6 hours of sleep which makes me start to stir around 5:30. Not too cool. I guess the way around that is to go to sleep later, but I get so tired it’s hard to stay awake and focused. It’s really not much of a problem I know. Just a glitch in my wiring. I suppose I can look forward to good hearted suggestions from someone. Anyone. Anyone at all.

On the way to work this morning I had enough time to run into Smiler’s, a deli on Fifth Avenue that I used to frequent when I would walk to Wanker Banker. Tony, the West Indian cook was still there and he was as glad to see me as I was to see him. Of course he asked about Bill, wanting to know how his career is going. I filled him in with as much information that I knew of and soon was out the door with a bacon and egg sandwich.

Work was a bit stressed. I think I’m a fixture now, enough that everyone is starting to throw work my way now. I had to do some research about some employment search engines. That wasn’t so bad, but there was quite a bit of work that I did knock out but it was sort of like the myth of Sisyphus, pushing that rock to the top of the hill only for the rock to roll down again to be pushed up once more then down again. Endless. But literally the worst part of it is the chair I sit in.

It’s just that not good of a chair. By 4:00 in the afternoon my shoulders and neck are stiff. I know it has something to do with the placement of the computer keyboard but the chair just doesn’t reach high enough and there is a strain. With the stiff neck and featuring lower back on occasional twinge, and the never-ending workload I get stressed. It did garner some sympathy but I wasn’t looking for it. I was grateful nonetheless and was soon headed out the door, completely forgetting about the anti-war rally I was going to attend in Times Square, heading to the endless queue for the bus heading to Hoboken.