Monthly Archives: January 2010

Eminence Front

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First I neglected to write that the other night between watching The Soloist (yawn) and How I Met Your Mother I watched Panic Room which was just dumb. I did not mind the commercial interruptions. I forgot about watching that until I had my nightly phone call with Harpy.

Last night was OK, nothing much to report. Bill came home from his theater thing and we watched Tabatha’s Salon Takeover which I had recorded in the afternoon. It’s more than likely the only reality show that Bill and I watch.

No American Midol. no Project Runaway, no Top Shelf or America’s Next Big Modess for us. Tabatha is more than enough. In fact I just watched several episodes this afternoon and I am looking forward and hoping that Bill gets home in time to watch the latest episode at 10:00.

I’ve also been watching repeats of the Gilmore Girls at 11:00 in the morning. I used to love that show and still enjoy the banter between Lorelei and Rory and wish I could move to Stars Hollow. It would be interesting to see how Stars Hollow was affected by the economic climate.

Last night I slept well and deep. Crazy dreams once again, dreams that seem to go on for too long. I woke up growling. But in a good way. I felt OK and set about my morning. Been living too nostalgically lately, looking back at jobs that I’ve had, primarily the Wanker Banker gig.

I’m back to writing that since I was in touch with the guy who’s name was in the company and asked him if I could use him as a reference. He responded saying ‘of course’. Then he sent another email asking for my resume so that he could forward it to various colleagues in the New York area who might be in need of whatever it is that I do.

I took that as a hopeful sign.

So much so that I went to my Linked In account and connected with various other big wigs that I know or knew and asked them permission to use them as references. I know quite a few big wigs. I was also fishing, letting them know that I was unemployed in the hope that they’ll take pity on me and hire me.

It’s been a few hours at the fishing hole and no bites, but I did update my connections. Also sent out some more resumes. And did some math and willing to take a bigger pay cut than originally planned.

Unrelated to the job search, I heard from a friend, Cheryl Welch who while googling her son’s name, found my blog. She enjoyed it and said I was a good writer, suggesting that I should write for the local press, Hoboken Reporter or the Jersey Journal.

She also mentioned after reading about what I wrote regarding her wedding in 2005, soon after I started writing daily, that what I wrote was a nice thing that she needed to hear.

In 2005 she asked a friend what they thought about her wedding and they said, ‘what? It’s a wedding.’

It was quite a special event for me, on a dock next to a boat called the Frying Pan in the middle of a monsoon. And I enjoyed myself greatly.

It’s been a satisfactory day. Busy somewhat. Just got to hang in there. Looking forward to warmer weather since it’s been so cold out that I only leave the apartment once a day. There are galleries waiting to be visited and I need to recharge my batteries.

Cheryl was also kind enough to make a header for this blog, but I don’t know how to post it.

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Giving It All Away

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Well it’s back to school, back to work for most everyone. Or for some. I don’t know. I did harbor some hope that the interviews I went on, the resumes I sent out, the online applications that I filled out would be responded to, today perhaps, today would be the day that I would have heard something.

But alas, nothing. I sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes fill out these forms online, send my resume, with such a feeling of hope and feeling that this will be the one, the one that I get a call back. Bloomberg, Goldman Sachs, all big names that surely must have some small room in their organizations for someone like me, but no.

Apparently there is nothing forthcoming, leaving me dejected.

And when I walked around this afternoon I felt I could see the same reactions on a lot of people’s faces. Perhaps the look on their faces is from the fact that where the past week or so there was family and fun and good feelings abounding, now there’s just us.

And the bitterness of the cold, mirrors the bitterness we feel inside.

For me, the angst arrived in the night as I was going to sleep. Bill and I watched a few episodes of Lawn Hors d’œuvre: Criminal Malcontent. Caught the Simpsons which was OK, nothing to write about despite the fact that I’m writing about it.

Caught the first few minutes of the Cleveland Show which is made by Seth McFarlane who made The Family Guy. I loathe the Family Guy and through that I disliked the Cleveland Show. Bill and I did become hooked on what is the only reality show we like, Tabatha’s Salon Takeover.

Tabatha is a tough Australian woman who goes into hair salons and tries to help them out. If only Tabatha was in Hoboken 20 years ago when Patrick Morrissey was around with his hair salon. Then again Narcotics Anonymous and AA would have had to play a major part in that, if that were the case.

And in case Patrick Morrissey googles his name, ‘Hello Patrick’.

Bill went to bed early so I watched The Soloist starring Robert Downey Jr & Jamie Foxx. Oh it was remarkably lackluster. Left you not caring at all. Then the news which was all about how cold it was. It was in the 15 degree range last night.

I wound up watching How I Met Your Mother which I never watched before. No Neil Patrick Harris in this one, and I didn’t know Jason Segal was a regular cast member. I like the Jason Segal.

Around 1:30 I went to bed, not because I was tired but because I was bored. And I lay there for about 45 minutes unable to sleep. I got out of bed and did an online crossword puzzle. Knowing that Xanax makes me drowsy sometimes, I took a Xanax and about 20 minutes later I was heavily lidded and ready to go to sleep.

Slept so well I didn’t realize Bill kissed me goodbye. It was around 2:30 or so when I went to sleep and woke up around 10:30 this morning. Made some coffee and poured my cereal in the bowl and decided to go back to sleep. It felt good.

I didn’t do much today, went out around Hoboken, saw the faces of my fellow unemployed and came home again from the bitter cold. Had an early dinner since I was hungry and now here I sit, filling out more online applications with not much hope.

I wish the weather was warmer so I could go out and play guitar again on the pier.