Monthly Archives: November 2007

More Than A Feeling

Man today was crazy. A lot of running around, and a dash of disappointment at the end of the day. Sometimes Vivek can be so frustrating, asking me to do something which I do and when I get everything set up, just waiting for his final go ahead, I get , ‘Oh we can do that tomorrow’. That wasn’t the disappointing part, that was Greg Stevens doing. His out of the office financial organization, which FDR used to be a member of, is having their holiday party next week and I was somewhat involved with the planning.

He mentioned that he might need me for the function and I would be paid for whatever it is I would have to do. I was willing to do it, only to find they won’t be needing me. That sucked. I was even willing to get a new suit for the event, picked one out the other day, but didn’t make the mistake of trying it on, just looked at it. No conservative financial poon for me I guess. That was a joke. I do have a feeling that they will need me, but it would be too late since I won’t be there. I anticipate a phone call during that night, which I don’t plan on answering, yet I more than likely would.

Tom Chin had me running around midtown trying to arrange a money transfer with the wrong information, making me look like an idiot. And looking like an idiot is something that I don’t need anyone else’s help with. I can do that all on my own. I don’t know, some self doubt enters my mind and I think I am just fucking up. I guess I’m not, I do just about everything that is asked of me, and even try to find something for the receptionist to do since I am her supervisor. To her I’m a great boss, to management, well they probably think I should do better.

Last night was a bit tense, Bill came home with what seemed like the weight of the world on his shoulders. His cousin, Elsie was visiting Bill’s mom in the hospital and Elsie phoned Bill saying that his mother’s wedding ring was missing, no longer on her finger. The fear that someone might have taken it was racing through his mind. I tried to reassure him, perhaps it’s at the apartment, or just in her pocket or somewhere, not necessarily stolen. I did my best to soothe Bill’s nerves and hopefully I did if only a little bit.

After that we watched 2 episodes of Law and Order SVU. That was a weird experience, since when one ended we went into the next episode which was very good and very intense but in my mind, the show was like a two hour episode and left me wondering about loose ends in the first show. It’s a lot like reading something funny in the New Yorker, then turning the page and reading something really heavy, yet still expecting to laugh as I did reading the first story. Yes, life sure gets funny when you turn the page. Or maybe not so funny after all.

Feel A Whole Lot Better

It’s Tuesday so blah blah blah. Big friggin’ deal you say, and I am in near total agreement with you. Last night was pretty quiet, Bill’s mother was supposed to be released from the hospital, but they decided to keep her another night for more tests, so Bill came here for one more night of sleeping in a decent bed. He told me earlier, they were keeping her one more night, sending her home tomorrow, Wednesday, so that means Bill sleeps in comfort once again.

Bill and I watched Chuck which was pretty good. Bill tends to like whatever I’m watching so that makes fighting over the remote control nonexistent. Chuck’s formerly dead room mate and nemesis, Bryce returned, turned out he wasn’t dead after all. The guy that used to be on Third Watch played the bad guy, scarred face and all. All in all a good episode, not the best.

Heroes came on after that and that just wasn’t that good. I can tell they’re going to kill off Maya and Elle, two characters that were introduced this year that just didn’t hit it off with the viewing audience. Maya had a stupid power anyway. She cries black tears and people die. They killed off her brother last night, actually Sylar killed off the brother, stabbing him rather than slicing open his brain and eating whatever is inside, then after killing the brother, Sylar made out with the black teared sister. I bet she gets killed next week.

And perhaps a showdown between Hiro and Peter next week too. No torso shots of Milo V, though his clothes were a bit tight fitting on him. It’s much like they way they killed off two late comers on Lost last year. Scrubs came on at 10:00 after Heroes which set off my body clock, my mind thinking it was 11:30 and time to go to sleep. And I did fall asleep around 11:30, not taking any guff from my body clock.

Woke up with Bill kissing me good bye once again. It wasn’t raining out and it was already in the 50 degree range. No over coat for me, and I walked to the bus stop in springlike weather. Three weeks behind in the New Yorker again, but there’s no rush. Got to the office, started the machines running, made coffee and finished the last of milk, forcing me to go out and get some more. Came back, talked to Greg Stevens and noticed on his desk an invitation to a fund raiser for Mitt Romney. Oh Greg, why?

Well I do work in the financial sector, and Republicants and conservatives do run rampant. I don’t believe Romney has a chance, so I’ll let Greg have his fantasy. I did have a blue moment, feeling useless and incompetent again, I called Bill for some reassurance which he gave in the way of saying that if I were an idiot he wouldn’t be with me. That was nice. That, and a banana made me feel a whole lot better.