Is it me? Or is it just Tuesday? Last night was a rather heavy scene, Bill and I talking in measured, quiet tones after starting off yelling at each other. Where are we? Where is this relationship going? Where did our love go? It’s that time of year I tell ya. In between our falling out in 2005 and an anniversary of sorts, 7 years at the end of September for us. Things got better and we talked about cleaning out the apartment. A project we both have to do together. I have no problem with that since I’m basically always here. He’s the one with a schedule so it’s all up to him. We discussed how he hates climbing four flights of stairs, and it can be a bear, though it takes me about 30 seconds to do it, my knees aren’t in the bad shape that Bill’s are.

I mentioned how lonely I am. I yearn to have an intelligent conversation with someone, face to face, over a pint and a smoke maybe. No one is around. Julio’s married and incommunicado, Pedro doing his thing, Juan on Mars, Jeezy Creezy even Harpy has someone. I miss watching the news and discussing topics with people. And I wish I had someone to talk to about the situation that Bill and I are in. No, don’t suggest therapy since I’ve already been down that route and left dissatisfied. Maybe it’s a momentary thing.

Bill went to bed, I wrote last night’s entry. And I felt bad, bad enough to go in and give him a good night kiss and tell him how I loved him. I really do, he’s a good guy and I can’t imagine him not being in my life. Relationships are hard work and perhaps we’ve both didn’t hold up our ends, then looking and accusing the other of doing what the other is doing, or rather not doing. I tried to make amends somewhat and ordered some flowers for him to be delivered today. 1800Flowers in case you were wondering.

Work was busy again, and not a good busy like yesterday. Today had a few guests and I had to set up lunch and do both my job as well as Carla’s job. She’s due back tomorrow and Millie is persona non grata. After setting up lunch I had to clean it all up. Luckily the people I work with aren’t the god damned oily wolves that I worked with at McMann and Tate, so the clean up wasn’t so bad.

I kept checking the website for 1800Flowers throughout the day and it’s probably still refreshing itself. No definite answers from that waste of time. I came home and wrote this after talking with Becky out in the cornfields ( I should have ordered corn instead) who told me the problem of the missing flowers won’t be settled until tomorrow. So much for same day delivery.

You have a horrible website, and flowers ordered at 8:50AM cannot make it across town by the close of business. what a scam you are running. I am thoroughly disappointed in your ‘company’ and I will do my best to dissuade my family and friends as well as colleagues from ever patronizing your ‘organization’ ever again. Once again you have a horrible, lousy operation and your website is a waste of cyberspace. I expect some sort of response as well as compensation, since I paid extra to have them delivered the same day. Feel free to blame the florist.

That gave me very little satisfaction. I even asked Becky if someone wants same day delivery, maybe it might be better to call the night before. Do yourself a favor and never call 1800Flowers.

I am also sick and tired of the right wing assholes in this country. They should all go to the place they believe so much in, hell.

And here are some pics.
a pool set up for dogs in Bryant Park

and at the end of the day

and now, me

Sorry Song, all the used hot water heaters are gone.

It’s been a Monday, that’s for sure. Last night I got sucked into watching the Emmys though I really wasn’t paying much attention. I read about the show today and found myself saying, ‘oh, that’s what they were talking about’. I got a phone call from Carla the receptionist last night. She’s in North Carolina visiting her family for some function. She called to let me know that Millie, her friend that sat in for Carla on Friday, and scheduled to work for her on Monday and Tuesday, wasn’t coming in on either day due to some female trouble. That was a drag to find out on Sunday night, but I’m sure it beats hearing it on Monday morning at work.

Oddly enough I didn’t let it bother me too much. Sure it took up some space on the hard drive in my head, but there were Emmys to ignore. And I had just activated my iTunes gift card that Annemarie, Rex and Earl had gotten me for my birthday and you know, I just had to have that 12” remix of Perfect by The The. Songs by Matt Johnson, also known as, The The has been popping into my head like perfect mushrooms and I hadn’t really heard them in quite a long time. Except for TV commercials. This Is The Day is being used for a car commercial I think. But Perfect is as nearly a perfect song from the eighties like no other.

In fact, so perfect is Perfect I held off playing it until I got midway to work this morning. I turned on the iPod at the corner of 42nd and Fifth. It got me as far as 49th and Park. The song is 8:59 or thereabouts. Since I was dressed in a sharkskin suit or a reasonable facsimile thereof, I upped the ante and played Peter Gunn by The Art of Noise. I felt good and I looked good which is remarkable because after all it was a Monday morning. It was, how you say, perfect?

I got to the office and since I knew I would have no support I would have to do everything on my own today and I didn’t mind. It meant I would be busy, like I hadn’t been since I started. Carla is always doing things and I supervise which is ok, but boring really. Actually I’m doing the things I loathed doing when I was at McMann and Tate and Golden Staffing, but then again this is only for a day or two, not a real commitment.

Being busy meant the day would fly by and it certainly did. I was out at 5:00 on the dot, and of course, had my Padron ready to go as I backtracked and played Perfect, followed again by Peter Gunn with some Beat Box thrown in, also by The Art of Noise. Got the bus, went back to Hoboken, shopped at the A&P and came home to have a slight row with Bill. It got heated, then calmed down considerably. That time of year I guess. Has anything been resolved? No. We will talk again, but will we listen? Whatever it is, it certainly chilled out the apartment this evening. He’ll be at his mom’s tomorrow and I’ll be here and the problem will fade into the background until it pops up again next year.

Here’s some pics of what I looked like today. I think I was, no not perfect, but in a word, Bangin’.

Would you buy a used water heater from this man?