It’s Tuesday and not a bad day at all. Way better than yesterday I tell you. Went to bed at almost exactly 11:00 and drifted off almost immediately. At 11:25 the phone rings. Of course I don’t hear it until it’s about to stop ringing. Then I figure I better get out of bed to see who called. It was Bill. A few years ago, Bill felt threatened on the street and tried calling me but I didn’t hear the call. He flipped out at that so I needed to see what was going on. I stumbled out of bed groggy after 20 minutes.

“Hey babe, whats’ up?” I asked. “YOU!” He always says that when I ask whats up. This time I said, ‘Yeah, I am up. I was in bed sleeping and now I’m on the phone with you. What’s going on?” I knew better than to ask what was up again because he would’ve said ‘YOU!’ again. He called to let me know he was in a cab, headed from the Nuyorican Poets Cafe (where the play he’s been working on starts on Thursday night) to the Christopher Street Path station. He wanted me to know since I was in such a funk on Monday that he wanted to give me a hug.

He told me he would be home soon enough and would give me a hug in bed. I guess he did. I wouldn’t know, I was out cold. I did wake up a little bit earlier than usual and made my way to the bus stop after the morning apartment and personal hygiene routine. I was in a pretty good mood. I listened to Elvis Costello, My Aim is True and as I walked I saw a bus pulling away. Fine with me. It was a gorgeous morning, the temperature was close to 60 degrees. It felt like spring.

I settled into the bus and pulled out Claudius and didn’t have to rush since I was able to renew the book from the library online through the http://bccls.org system. It’s a lending library for most of North New Jersey. Just about any book could be had through this system. It’s great since I’ve stopped buying books and this is a lot cheaper since it’s free. I settled into work and didn’t really do much. The program they had gotten is a nightmare for me and I was told to hold off on the data entry I had been doing.

President Naomi and Wally were in a good mood today as well. Basically everyone in the office was ok to deal with. It felt good to work there again. Naomi asks me everyday to pick up a copy of the New York Post for her and I usually do but today I had forgotten. I was by her desk when she said she wanted to ask me something and was trying to remember what it was that she wanted to ask me. I said, “Did you want me to get the Post?” “Yes. Oh my you can read my mind” From out of the blue I said, ‘That’s easy to do”. Inadvertent zing! That got a big laugh from Wally and yes, Naomi laughed too.

As the day headed to it’s end my cell phone rang. Cell phones are verboten in the office so I had to reject it. It was a call from Greg Stevens, a director from Wanker Banker. He left a message telling me that he had left Wanker Banker and was at a new company. He gave me his number and I called, getting his voice mail. I wandered around Bryant Park walking among people enjoying the now 70 degree weather as I puffed on a Padron.

The cell phone rang in my pocket and I saw it was Greg Stevens again. He told me how unhappy he was at Wanker Banker and he has a new position and would I be interested in joining up with him at this new Bio Tech Merger and Acquisition company. He always liked me and I always liked him so I have an appointment to meet with him tomorrow afternoon at his new office. I feel really good about this and I feel I could do whatever it is he wants me to do. So wish me luck, tomorrow at 4:30 a new chapter maybe beginning. Woo Hoo!

Today’s entry is dedicated to Annemarie, Juan, Song, Harpy and Kathe, the five people I know who read this. You all came up today in an online chat I had with Bill throughout the day.

It’s a crappy Monday and Mondays suck. I didn’t want to wake up I slept relatively well. Bill was very cuddly last night which was nice. He came home when I was watching the penultimate broadcast of Rome and started talking but realized I was watching it and kept quiet even though I told him we watched this one the week before. At 9:00 the last episode came on and we watched it.

Or rather I watched as Bill was getting ready for work. He gets ready the night before so as not to turn the lights on while he’s looking for something to wear. He’d walk from one end of the apartment to another and stop to watch or listen to what was going on. He only started watching the show in depth a few weeks ago and didn’t know much of the back story, but does have a pretty good idea after watching I, Claudius a few years ago. Also buying me the dvd boxed set of I, Claudius helped.

I did the mundane routine, you know the drill, shower, shave, cereal, coffee, email and then out the door looking relatively fly. Onto the bus, sat down and buried my self in Claudius the King. It’s due back at the library on the 29th and today is the 26th. Making good progress though I feel the second book isn’t as good as the first. Got to the bus terminal in one piece, and started walking towards the office. But in my mind there was regret. It seems I can’t get beyond leaving Wanker Banker.

It’s almost been a year but I still regret leaving and the circumstances under which I left. I miss my friends that I worked alongside, I miss the building personnel, I miss the hot dog guy from Egypt, I miss the Korean girl who would sell me chocolate chip cookies. I really miss the insurance benefits under which Bill was also covered. But that was then, this is now and I have to get past it. Bill noticed my mood and did his best to get me out of it through instant messaging which really doesn’t work as well as the human voice.

He tried to motivate me by saying that I’m doing this blog and how I should figure out how to get it published. Of course I took the opposite tack, saying that it’s too personal a blog for anyone really and anyway I only have about 5 people who read it on a steady basis. That’s you five in the first line about the dedication. Bill doesn’t read it or even ask how many words I’ve written any more. Would you say it’s publishable?

I prefer to think of this as a collection of things that I can look back and pick and choose incidents, or at least lines that I would use in another project that I’m doing. I wish there would be more comments on things that I’ve written but as for now I’m rudderless. Still I keep writing for some goal unforeseen at this moment.

Waiting for my real life to begin.