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.