Well last night was pretty mellow. It was a Friday night for me, even though it was actually Thursday. I took off work today, you see. Not that I ran out and sowed my wild oats, though that’s what Dwight Schrute was planning on doing on the Office. That basically what I did, stay and home and watched TV. Nothing special. My days of going out are fading fast, especially since no one else seems to want to go out. Perhaps they are, but they’re not inviting me. No, that can’t be it. I’m a worthwhile companion, suitable for parties or just conversation. But you knew that already.

Watched the Daily Show and the Colbert Report and of course they were funny. The R. Kelly Impersonator was the best bit I think. Jake Gyllenhall was also pretty funny. He seems like someone it would be fun to get jazzy with. I was recording My Name is Earl & 30 Rock at that time and watched The Office following Comedy Central. I know you know that the Office is really one of the funniest shows on TV right now. Actually the first two hours of prime time on Thursday nights for NBC really is an oasis of funny television.

It also opposite Ugly Betty which I really like. Didn’t get a chance to watch it on the computer yet. Faster speed at work and I’m hesitant to watch a herky jerky version of it. Actually I just tried to set the whole thing up but I need to install something and I fear that might take me away from you dear reader. Or is it deer reader? I have been getting some feedback from the antler set the past couple of when evers. They seem to be fans and were grateful that I did not publish the gruesome pic that Pedro sent me after hunting with his next door neighbor. I just hope they ate it.

Today was so so weather wise. I enjoyed sleeping past 6:00 though I did have to get out of bed to shut off the alarm on the cellphone. I set it so I wouldn’t forget it when I head off to work. I forgot to shut it off so that meant I stumbled out of bed, and somehow shut it off. Of course, my sleep was interrupted and having seen the sunlight I tried to fall asleep again with my head buried in the pillows and succeeded for about ninety minutes.

Chatted with Bill on the phone. He was worried that I was ill, having forgotten my taking an official day off. Poor guy has enough on his plate, even if I was sick I wouldn’t tell him. He did tell me about good old Elsie and Andy Capp. The latest shenanigans. When they’re not condemning Bill for being gay, they have no problem asking him for some moolah. Two parents in the house, one works (and I almost offered her a job where I work) and the other doesn’t work. A live at home dad, trying to get that elusive crooning career going despite being about 60 years too late. Dicks! The Pair of ’em!

Happy Birthday Brother Frank! Many more!

Well it finally feels like summer I said to myself as I stood outside my office building having a smoke. It really felt like a beautiful summer day, on the cusp between the end of summer and the start of school. A few good looking men walking about, a few pretty women as well as the skinny types with legs as thin as my wrist, walking on too high heels. Half the office was out today, some working from home, others attending classes or waiting for Verizon technicians to show up. I’ve been instructed to keep a close eye on the attendance of some of my co-workers which puts me in an unenviable position of ratting someone out.

Yesterday I got a phone call from someone I didn’t expect to hear from again, yet oddly enough I thought we’d cross paths somewhere in Manhattan one of these days. It was a call from Gerri Delaney whom I worked with from 2001-2002. We worked the front desk together at Staffmark, a staffing agency on east 40th Street, in the same building as Marvel Comics as well as Jerry Seinfeld’s accountant. Gerri and I worked together during 9/11 and though I was let go from the company in July 2002, when the first anniversary came up I gave her a call to see how she was doing. Her reaction over the phone was, ‘why are you calling me?’. It was an odd call and it effectively killed our friendship which was distressing to me.

Bill couldn’t understand the fact that I make friends via work and usually keep them for a while. He doesn’t do that it seems. I explained that if it wasn’t for work I’d never have made such good lasting friends like Harpy and Pedro, as well as Julio, all of which I’ve been friends with for about 20 years.
So it seems Gerri found my number while cleaning out a drawer and just gave a call to see if it was still mine. She still lives with her husband Jimmy and their son Terry in Stuyvesant Town, a few buildings away from where Bill’s parents live. That would be one place I figured I’d cross paths with her, the rest would be somewhere in midtown. Sketchy plans were made for an after work drink, plans that could easily be forgotten or or perhaps even canceled.

I took off from work tomorrow, officially. Even set an out of office message on my emails which I just checked to see if was working properly and it is. Yet another job well done for me! I wandered through Bryant Park on my way home, witnessed the death of hip hop in the form of a white guy in his thirties with his baseball cap on just crookedly enough, baggy workout pants and an over sized hoodie. Got my attention but not my camera. Also saw some skinny thug poseur trying to look intimidating while rapping on the sidewalk. That was fun to watch, though it wasn’t his intention and also not worth taking the camera out of the bag.

Looking forward to not waking up at 6:00AM tomorrow morning. It’s the little things and in this case, the minutes, that count in life sometimes.

Here’s some pics.

7AM

Up the Down Staircase

Lunchtime Lay

“At last! I am TALLER!”

“Reporting for Fuji TV I’m Deborah RubberNeck…”

Cleared for take off

A short man

Sometimes ya just gotta squat

It was a bottle of orange juice and he was happy to see him

I almost wore the samething!

6:20PM