Hey kids, do you know what day it is? It’s Wednesday! And what do we call Wednesday around these here parts? We call it Hump Day! And that means, today is hump day! All downhill from here. Tomorrow is Thursday and Wally will be out Friday and Monday so that should make for an interesting dynamic in the office. I think we’re both struggling to like each other. I have no problem with that. It’s an office relationship that has it’s friction. But since he’ll be out it might seem like two four day work weeks, actually three with Presidents Day coming up too.

Once again the temperature didn’t go beyond the teens. I got up a bit earlier once again and that was perfectly alright with me. Cereal, shower, Bill was on top of the coffee this morning and made some before he headed out the door after kissing me as I stood in the shower. I puttered about after eating my cereal and sat with a cuppa in front of the computer checking my emails and death notices to get a leg up on Harpy. Harpy and I stay in contact a lot of the time by trying to be the first of a celebrity death.

It’s been busy lately, a lot of celebrities have been dropping off. One of the Funk Brothers, was what I had gotten the last time I believe, not a name but a musical person of note. Harpy trumped that with Frankie Laine. Work has been ok. Not stressing it going in and not stressing it going home. So it’s a good thing. There was a problem with Olga the Russian bookkeeper and office manager. I had asked her about insurance since after one month I am eligible. I have to pay for half of the benefits and if Bill was included he’d be in for full price, 400 and change every month.

I tell you with the headaches that Wanker Banker gave me they had an excellent health plan which I didn’t have to pay for and Bill was included in it. That bummed me out for a while this afternoon. One more of the things that made Wanker Banker a good place to work. If only for the people. They got rid of the Persian Bitch a few months after I left and Fat Ass who was another thorn in my side just started a new job following her asshole administrator to some Euro bank with four consonants as their logo.

I listened to some mash ups after work on the iPod that I downloaded last night from the blog listed in the blogroll as jockohomo/datapanik. Pretty good mash ups all together. A good part of listening to mash ups is trying to figure out what song is mixed in and from where. It’s listed under Girl Talk. Another interesting thing, at least to me was I was listening to a playlist on the iPod at work during some downtime, Soul Hits of the 70’s. Love’s Theme by the Love Unlimited Orchestra was on, produced by Barry White.

I was reading on this day in history,
1974:
Barry Whites Love Unlimited Orchestra received a gold record for the disco hit, “Loves Theme.”

Just as I was listening to the same song. I got a kick out of it, as I’m so sure you would too.

It’s still freezing out. It never went above 15 degrees today as far as I know. It was cold cold cold. Still a bitter wind blows. On one street in the city you can be fine, but when you turn that corner, man you get stabbed in the face by the wind. I woke up earlier than usual thinking it was time to get up. It was only ten minutes and by the time I noticed I was ten minutes early, there was the idea to go back to sleep but I decided to shower instead. Turned out to be a good idea.

Bill didn’t make coffee for me this morning which was a slight disappointment, but nothing that I couldn’t do for myself. I also poured some cereal into the bowl, before I showered knowing it would be nice and mushy when I would finally sit down and eat it, reading the news about Hoboken in the Hoboken Reporter. Apparently some kids in Hoboken High School have been up to no good beating up people on the street. They were apprehended and made the front page of the local paper. 15 minutes of fame and maybe a guest spot on Cops beckon.

Soon enough I was out on the street, making sure I had my cell phone on me as I had left it behind yesterday. I noticed that yesterday when I was two blocks away from the apartment. I nearly turned around but decided it wasn’t worth climbing up four flights of stairs only to go back down those same stairs mere seconds later. I try to have it on me most times, but felt I could do without. I did reach for it repeatedly throughout the day which must have looked somewhat lewd to passerby. And the wrong passerby at that.

Work was fine. No complaints. Most everyone in as expected, everyone passing comment on the weather as they came in. I noticed this being the second one in today. I did more data entry, losing myself in the mundane and enjoying the fact that I’m not picking up after any limeys after watching them leave garbage. President Naomi asked me to do a favor, to ship something FedEx and I offered to drop it off during lunch so she could save some money. Yes it was bloody cold but I really didn’t mind. A chance to go out, away from my desk is a great way to break up the day. And it was only a couple of blocks away.

Naomi gave me the wrong address and when I got to the correct address I then had to deal with the security bureaucracy that is the Morgan Stanley headquarters only to find out that I could drop off this gift at the messenger center. Fine with me as I did just that then walked out once again into the bitterly cold yet sunny afternoon. I even ran into the Virgin Megastore to warm up midway back and I picked up ABC, ‘The Lexicon of Love’ from 1982. A classic pop album from 1982, which I first heard at Forest Hill Tennis Stadium with Stan Bogdansky waiting for Talking Heads on the Speaking In Tongues tour which eventually turned in the Stop Making Sense film.

I got back to the office and warmed up again knowing that this errand took an hour total and then it was time for my daily salad. The day flew by after that and I left the office around 5:45. I walked over to the Port Authority and got on the very long line of people heading back to Hoboken. I ran into my friend Lois DiLivio and as we sat next to each other I told her all about the past year or so, employment wise. She laughed though most of it, it does play good when said aloud. Maybe thats what I should do with this blog, turn it into performance art. I know. How eighties.