Wednesday. Hump day. A day of writing. I’m a little bit annoyed right now and trying to work it out. I just wrote quite a bit of bitterness and don’t want to post it so I may wind up writing twice as much but you will only read half of it. Just a remembrance of past slights. Didn’t see it coming mind you, came up all of a sudden and would like it to dissipate before I see Bill again. Just the usual unscrewed toothpaste cap dilemma.

I need some ME time. How will I get it and when will I get it? I’m about to start a new job, a vertical rather than horizontal move so ME time is really just a concept at this point. I watched This American Life last night and I enjoyed more than I expected. That’s always a fun thing to happen. It was about a guy in Utah who does religious paintings and stages people as models so he can photograph them and then paint from the photo.

He spent a good deal of time looking for men with beards since he was working on a Jesus and the Apostles series. It turned out not to be so easy since there aren’t many bearded men in Utah since Mormons frown on beards. Magic underwear is ok though. I don’t know many Mormons if at all, I do know Bill’s pal, Brad from work is a Mormon but didn’t care to ask about his super under roos. I wonder if Super Brad still reads this blog. I know Bill doesn’t.

Time to get jazzy.

Hack, wheeze and I find myself saying to myself that I do still love Bill, but we’re in a state of suspended animation. He’s doing whatever he wants to do and that’s good I guess. I support him in his endeavors. We should take a trip somewhere. Or Not, I don’t know. I do know that he doesn’t read this blog anymore. Maybe Brad tells him. I did meet Brad once at a party for one of Bill’s coworkers and Brad totally avoided me. I could see the fear in his eyes. Ha ha.

On a lighter note, work was okay today. That’s where the day of writing comes in. I’ve been writing things down about what things I do in the office and so far I have over a thousand words on three pages. Jack, nice guy from IT read it and he said it was great. I’m hesitant to let President Naomi and Wally read it due to the fact that I’m sure they would suggest endless revisions. I think Naomi will be out on Friday. She really doesn’t want me to go, Wally chimes in everyday wishing I wouldn’t go and it’s starting to make me feel a bit guilty.

They’re good people but I’ve outgrown the position. Not just at Golden Staffing but overall. I’m tired of answering the phone, lying for people, having to basically ask to go to the bathroom. It’s on to the next level for me.

It’s a Mormon kind of day after all. I posted this about an hour ago and just minutes ago I opened up an email from the New Yorker inviting me to an advance screening about MORMONS. Seriously, Dude…WTF?