Monthly Archives: July 2010

I’m Waiting For The Day (Mono)

Tonight it was 17.3 minutes from 58th Street to 42nd Street. A trail of bodies in my wake. Tonight’s shuffle down the avenue was courtesy of Beck- Midnight Vultures. Sexx Laws to Get Real Paid. I like Beck, liked him for awhile.

In fact while listening to Mixed Bizness, the third out of four songs, I remembered going to see Beck at Radio City with Julio on Valentines Day 1999. A great show, I was dancing in a suit & tie, standing in the middle of the row, no one else around me dancing.

I certainly enjoyed the show and ran into friends I hadn’t seen for a while, all of whom seemed to be working for Beck on the tour. But that was 11 years ago, and here I am in the 21st century.

A wild and an untamed thing.

Well I heard from the people I met with yesterday in the day off and apparently I made a good impression. Good enough that I have another meeting on Monday at 1:00. I am certainly looking forward to it and I am also trying not to get my hopes up too high.

It certainly is something that I would like to get. More money, normal hours, good location, free lunch and all involving things that I’ve done before.

I am hoping my friend, my friend can keep quiet about this. My friend my friend is a customer at the cigar shop who is one of the more intelligent types that come in almost daily and it’s always a pleasure to converse with him.

He asked me if I wrote and I mentioned that I write at least 500 words every day, excepting Sundays (for the past 2 weeks I’ve not written on Sundays, preferring to keep the day wholly for myself). And in explaining that I write at least 500 words a day,

I told my friend my friend about this here blog. I should have explained that it’s sometimes worthwhile to read, that after sifting through so much coal, you sometimes come across a diamond.

Sometimes it’s a column, sometimes it’s a letter, sometimes it’s a journal or a diary and sometimes it just 500 words. And sometimes it’s a call for help.

With the information percolating in my head with regards to the meeting on Monday I was definitely in good spirits, and that certainly made the day go faster. I worked with Calvin, Don Birch and Raymond.

Both Don Birch and Raymond have an eye on the door as well. It’s just that management is shoddy and not much will ever be done to make it a better place to work. And management is too busy to recognize their maltreatment of the staff, which could lead to a sudden exodus of employees.

In this day and economic climate it shouldn’t be too difficult to replace departing workers, just a drag to have to retrain newbies.

I certainly hope to leave on a good note and even considering coming back to help out during the holidays though I have a feeling my suggestion would be spurned.

But nothing is set, nothing is concrete and I’m talking (or rather, writing) through my hat.

It certainly is a nice night though.


I’m Too Tough for Mister Big Stuff (Hot Pants)

It’s Wednesday and it’s a day off. And it’s actually a pretty good day too. I did not go to the Cigar Night at the Eagle. Too much trouble, bringing a change of clothes and then a schlep from the 8th Avenue train to 28th Street and 11th Avenue.

Not worth my time. If they ask at work I’ll think of something to say. And I also had an interview of sorts this morning.

I applied for a position online and was under consideration for a few weeks. It was a tease mainly but today the agency had me in to meet with me to see if I passed muster.

Bill was able to print out the resume for me and I met him on the corner of 43rd Street and Broadway as he made the hand off. I walked right up to him and gave him a great big kiss (mwah!), then headed up to 56th Street.

I was dressed business casual and therefore did not sweat as much as I usually do. I sat in a sleek lobby and waited for Marisa to meet with me. I heard the click clack of high heels approaching and figured that it was my recruiter.

It was.

She was nice and looked at my resume as we chatted about previous salaries and bonuses, all the while she would complain every couple of minutes about the problems the keyboard was giving her. She left after about 15 minutes and in came Erica who also posted a similar job.

I met with Erica for just a few minutes and thanked her while wondering if there was any info regarding my status. Nothing I could do about that. I walked down to the Path train in the shadows of the skyscrapers on Sixth Avenue. Barely anyone headed back to Hoboken, leaving me to sit in an empty car that was fully air conditioned.

Came home, sent a thank you email and had a decent lunch before running out and dropping off clothes at the dry cleaners for Bill & myself and also picking up Bill’s laundry. After that I just chilled out at home for a few hours, watching the Daily Show and the Colbert Report which I rarely see anymore.

It was too nice a day to stay indoors and walked over to the river where I read the news and New York magazine. Also talked on the phone with Meghan Taylor Mastro, whom I might see on Monday when she starts painting the new Guitar Bar which will be on 11th Street in Hoboken.

I was out long enough to meet up with the UPS guy parked outside the post office and picked up a toaster over that Annemarie’s friend Audra has been trying to send me for a couple of weeks. It’s a lovely toaster oven.

For some reason ‘He’s Got the Whole World In his Hands’ and ‘The Way We Were’ have been playing endlessly in my head today. I know ‘Whole World’ is in my head after reading the lines in an article about an English footballer, but Barbra Streisand?

“Can it be that it was all so simple then, or has time rewritten every line? If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me would we? Could we? Memories, may be beautiful and yet, what’s too painful to remember, we simply choose to forget. So it’s the laughter, we will remember, whenever we remember…the way we were.”

Oh Alan & Marilyn Bergman and Marvin Hamlisch, what have you wrought?

I’m looking forward to watching Macca from his White House Gershwin Prize tonight on PBS.