Tuesday again. Bill was at his folks so I slept alone, and ok. No difficulty sleeping. No difficulty waking up. Big empty bed though. I watched what I had hoped would be a good TV show last night, Thank God Your Here, with David Allen Grier (sometimes funny) and Dave Foley (always funny). It just wasn’t that good. It seemed painful to watch Dave Foley sitting there as various comedians showed their improvisation chops. Didn’t really hold my attention. The New Adventures of Old Christine which also had a cast out of improv was a lot funnier.

Had my shower, my coffee, my cereal this morning. Checked the email and got dressed all suit and tie, looking spiffy I must say. Rode the bus in and read the New Yorker which I am a week behind due to the fact they screwed me out of a week and the day I reported it, the missing issue arrived. The bus filled up but not to capacity. Some people don’t look hard enough and wind up standing even though there were a few empty seats in the area towards the back of the bus where I sit. Their loss definitely not mine. I had a seat.

Got off the bus, listening to a new Bjork track that was leaked from her new record called Earth Intruders. Very percussive and of course Bjork’s vocals soaring above throughout the song. Should be a killer show, I know I’m psyched as is Juan. It shouldn’t be the trouble that we had going to Philly to see the Scissor Sisters. Don’t get me wrong, the Scissors were great and Juan made for good company but the hassle of trying to find the Electric Factory was taxing and we missed the first half hour. This time we know where the venue, Radio City Music Hall is.

Yesterday I got my suit that I ordered through Macy’s online. A nice two button navy pinstriped suit from Sean John. Actually only got the pants that definitely need some alterations. The suit jacket is presently being shipped by UPS which I missed yesterday and no ticket today. That will need alterations as well. A nice pair of tasseled loafers and a gold tie are en route also. I just want them by the end of June for my niece’s wedding. Plenty of time I say, while tempting fate. William, my ex room mate would always say ‘don’t tempt providence’ but that’s not right is it?

I did call UPS this morning and hoped that the package would be at the pick up spot in Hoboken so I came home, got changed into my play clothes and walked over to the pick up spot where the UPS guy told me it should be there tomorrow. I didn’t care, I was in a good mood anyhow. I’ll have to get it tomorrow and if it’s the jacket then it’s off to the tailors this weekend. Such foresight! I am impressed. Nothing else to do tonight but to watch TV and dat’s da name of dat tune.

It’s Monday. Big deal. It’s also my last week at Golden Staffing which, for me, is a big deal. Still the occasional, ‘Don’t Leave’ passes through the lips or in an instant message but I just let it go. Last night Juan came over for a little while, he was gone by 9:00, picking up his buddy Andrew at Secaucus Junction and driving on back to school. Bill made it home in time for the Sopranos with a two gallon tin of kettle corn popcorn. It certainly was worth the wait. Not too salty and a touch of sweetness, we devoured it in no time. Juan made a nice dent in the tin before he hit the road.

Bill was up and out this morning, right on time and I soon followed after the shower, the shave, the cereal and the email with coffee. It was a bit chilly this morning as I walked to the bus stop. It’s an odd thing, sometimes you see someone day after day and then you don’t see them anymore. Either they died or got a new job, or they moved. Someone always takes the place, filling the vacuum. It’s fun to watch them try to figure out getting off the bus when it arrives at the terminal, screaming about opening up the back door.

I walked along listening to the Arctic Monkeys, various songs I downloaded off co-workers at McMann and Tate. Saved me a few bucks, though I lost a few songs and albums when I left and didn’t get a chance to burn those tracks. So I’ll have to get the Minutemen some other time as well as a few other bands. The Arctic Monkeys are fairly current and also the major story in both Mojo and Uncut Magazines. I am such a sucker for accent like these blokes and their musicianship is pretty good too with some funny lyrics, like the song titled, Who the Fuck are the Arctic Monkeys?

Work was slow and I expect it to be this way for the rest of the week. I surfed, did a little work, surfed some more, did some more work, answered the phone listening to belligerent applicants upset that the voice mails they’ve left went unanswered, I tried to reassure them and was convincing most of the time though my heart certainly wasn’t in it. One applicant who came in today remembered me. Turns out she temped with me at Wanker Banker, Valentine’s Week. She mentioned that she was thinking about me the other day. Her name is Amber and she was nice.

I do remember that Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t too good. Bill and I arguing about giving each other gifts. He wasn’t into and tried quoting me about how we don’t do what all the other couples do etc. I wasn’t having it and told him that every year we had been together we exchanged presents etc. 2005 wasn’t a good year for either of us it seems. It’s a lot better now. Amber also reminded me that I bought her flowers on her last day of temping because of my mood that week. That was awfully nice of me, wasn’t it?

I found the James Baldwin tape and need to get it to California.