Wednesday, a hump day. So far work has been such a dream. Finding things to do, and it was day three and I started to take projects that were started by other people and make them my own. Communication is not a strong point in this office and it’s up to me to change that. I’ve been working with Carla the receptionist and trying to figure things out through her. She’s a good kid, going to FIT, the Fashion Institute of Technology and she’s from North Carolina. She has an idea but sometimes it’s not the correct one.

But then again, maybe she’s been given the wrong information. She is a receptionist which is something that I’ve done for the past fifteen years, so I do know what receptionists go through. She’s under my supervision and I’m trying to be benevolent. Like I said it’s only day three and I don’t have to hit a home run every time I’m up at bat. I do like working there, the people are nice and there really isn’t stress involved (yet) and no high maintenance people to either avoid or look after and that’s a really good thing. I’m sure of it.

I’m working across the street from Smith and Wollensky’s Steak House which is where Bill and I had a romantic Valentine’s dinner 7 (?) years ago, and that’s a story to tell some other time. The office is a block away from 47th and Third which is where the really big book company I worked for used to be. I walked around the neighborhood on an errand. I used to see Kurt Vonnegut walking around but since he died a week ago, I doubt I’ll run into him. Katherine Hepburn lived in the neighborhood as well and she too is dead. Stephen Sondheim lives there still though but I haven’t seen him. I’d love to say hello to him though. I give him pop star status.

I spend my lunch hour walking around trying to find a decent salad which is my food for lunch for the past year. It actually started at McMann and Tate, having a salad every day. I try to keep it down to $5.00 but there aren’t many options, especially when across the street from a steakhouse. Having someone make your salad is all the lunch craze in Manhattan but in some spots it’s more than $5.00. I spoke to Jason who works in the office as he was eating his salad and he paid $9.50. Sure it was a lot of lettuce but at that price, I’ll have a hamburger deluxe thank you very much.

Tonight on NBC Nightly News, Brian Williams played a video of the idiot scumbag killer that was sent to NBC in New York. In the video the idiot scumbag talks about how bad his life is, he rails against the rich and privileged, and claims the other idiot scumbags that shot up Columbine were martyrs. What the fuck? I was picked on, spat on and suffered through various degrees of torment for the four years of high school I attended and sure I wished certain people death, but it never happened and I wasn’t about to take matters in my own hands. Then again I wasn’t on different medications. That wasn’t an option then and even if it was I don’t think I would have made use of it.

Tuesday. Nice day. Not much in the rain department. Bill was at his folks, I slept alone comfortably. I watched TV, no Heroes, just the repeat of the Daily Show and then the Colbert Report, followed by I don’t know what. Then I watched Dateline from the Virginia Tech campus where 32 people were slaughtered by a nut job who somehow bought two guns in a month and went on a killing spree. I had read a blog on ABC News website about how the media got the type of gun wrong thereby showing a liberal bias. If you can get past their spelling errors run to the bathroom so you can vomit for these people are generally idiot gun owners.

The Today Show was live from the campus but since I leave the apartment at 7:00 instead of 7:30 I didn’t catch it, not that they would have anything new to say. Meredith Viera looked a bit shaken as I turned off the TV and headed out the door though. I walked to the bus stop listening to the Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose singing Treat Her Like a Lady. Good lessons to learn if you’re into the ladies. I walked across midtown and got into the office only 5 minutes late which was fine. Greg Stevens made it in before me and he was glad to see me.

I had plenty of things to do today and one of those things involved walking up to the Bed Bath and Beyond on 60th street and First Avenue. It was a nice walk and I enjoyed seeing the sights that I used to see when I worked at Wanker Banker. I window shopped as I walked up the avenue, remembering past rendezvous’ and bars where I partied years before. Saw some nice architecture that I had never seen before by the 59th Street Bridge. Of course the time to rent an apartment in such a building was long gone by about 20 years.

Across from Bed Bath and Beyonce was a store called Straight from the Crate. I decided to take a chance and go in. Bargain by The Who was playing on the store’s stereo as I asked the sales girl if they had a cart for serving food on it. I followed her and found a nice silver metal cart and she said she would order one for me. I told her I needed it today so she went and checked to see if one was in stock. She was doubtful though. As I waited another Who song came on, this time it was I Can See For Miles. I asked some guy who worked there if Pete or Roger from the Who died and he asked why.

I told him usually if I hear more than one song by a band or an artist the first thing I think of is that someone had died. He didn’t remember the previous song being by the Who and I told him it was. Then he remembered it was Tuesday meaning it was Two For Tuesday on the radio. So Pete and Roger are still alive, and I’m still not in any rush to go see them again. Saw the Who in 1979 and was bored mainly. I was also traumatized since my brother Brian had threatened to tell my parents that I was gay while I waited for our brother Frank coming to take me to the show.