Monthly Archives: August 2010

I’d Like To

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It’s a late write for me. Tonight that is. It’s almost 11:00PM and I’ve only written these words thus far. Am I worried? No, not particularly. It’s almost 11:00 and I’m grilling chicken.

Had the chicken in the fridge you see and it thawed out so it just had to be cooked. Not going to eat it tonight, though I wish I had time. Been a long time since I made my pesto, penne and chicken dish. Been too hot and I’ve been coming home too late to eat or to enjoy it.

I was back at work today, having had Monday & Tuesday being my surrogate Saturday and Sunday. I was a bit anxious for some reason. I am resigned to the fact that I won’t be telling Marcus and Calvin that I’ve gotten a better paying job anytime soon.

But when I made it in, it was just Calvin & myself and it wasn’t so bad. At least at first. Then the computers crashed and we had to shut the store down for a few hours. That wasn’t so bad either. I was able to enjoy a cigar while sitting with the regular customers for a little while.

The IT guy came in from the corporate headquarters and after an hour was able to get things up and running. Just in time for me to have lunch. And I did go out for a little while for lunch but it was too warm for me so I went back to the backroom and read the biography of Leo Castelli.

Time flew after that, Calvin heading home at 7:30 leaving Sean and myself to carry on. Sean has been morose of late, dealing with his baby mama drama. 20 years old with a 3 year old kid. Eventually Sean left as well at 9:00 leaving me to close the shop.

Unfortunately the IT guy did not connect my cash drawer to the printer and I tried to connect it to the printer to no avail. I gave up about a half hour later, leaving a note and headed home.

In 16.8 minutes I made it from the cigar shop to the bus terminal, thanks to the first 3 songs from New Order, the Substance collection. Onto a crowded bus, I sat and read some more about Leo Castelli fleeing occupied Europe and arriving in New York City.

A trip to the supermarket was in order, needed to buy some items for the rest of the week. Came home and here I am.

Last night Bill & I and Bill’s friend Fred went to see Inception after a nice dinner at the Rocking Horse Cafe. The movie was very good, good enough to warrant seeing again. Many layers, many dreams in the movie.

And much to our surprise it was a full house on a Tuesday night, weeks after the movie has been in general release. Great cast, great story and Tom Hardy was perfect eye candy. And Joseph Gordon Levitt was excellent as usual.

I highly recommend the movie.

Now Bill is in Pennsylvania by the Stroudsburg Pocono Airpark, driving a bus. He probably won’t be home until I’m fast asleep. That’s about all I have to write about tonight.

Me in March 2010

I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For

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It’s a muggy Tuesday. Yesterday I received word that the job I interviewed for last week was going to someone else, that I was out of the running. It didn’t really affect me until today.

I’m disappointed of course, and my mantra continues: At least you have a job. And I do have a job. I’m off from the job today and will be back there tomorrow, standing on my feet for 9 hours and selling cigars.

Last night after writing I did leave the apartment and walked over to Rite Aid where I bought some canned air for my computer and some blank CD-R’s. Then stopped off at Napoli Pizza and had 2 slices and a diet coke, before heading home in the balmy air.

Nothing on TV last night, though when I came home Bill was watching The Closer which he enjoys for some reason. I stayed up until 1:15 watching videos of The Roches on YouTube. Slept just as late today as I did yesterday, waking up at around 9:45.

If there’s nothing to do, then why bother? And I had nothing to do so I didn’t bother. I did go out and paid some bills and got some bagels & the paper and also got a haircut. Trying not to feel sorry for myself in the fact that the job I wanted I did not get.

Tony, my barber was on Cake Boss last week and was very disappointed that most of his footage wound up on the editing floor after cutting hair for 49 years. The show is all about Buddy, the Cake Boss rather than the people the cake is being made for.

Lines outside the bakery where the Cake Boss is taped crawl down the street where people wait in the hot sun, waiting to get into the bakery to buy some sweet cakes.

When I saw Tariq yesterday there was the tentative plan to meet up and strum for a bit today. I guess I didn’t make it in time since when I trucked over to the river with my guitar, he was nowhere to be found. And I wasn’t that inspired to play.

I did play guitar for almost an hour but my heart wasn’t that into it. I finished the New Yorker from June and came back home after treating myself to a chocolate therapy milk shake from Ben & Jerry’s.

Now I’m just killing time before I meet up with Bill and his friend Fred at the Rocking Horse Cafe in Chelsea for dinner before we go see Inception at the cinema on 23rd Street. It looks like a storm is approaching so I guess I will have to wear my boots instead of sneakers when heading into the city.

At least I have boots.

All in all it’s been a rather blasé day. Walking around I saw a few people walking around who I guess are out of work. I was one of them up to a couple of months ago. Now I am employed and still looking to better my position.

Trying to hang onto hope. I did interview with 2 recruiters a few weeks ago and one of the sent me on the interview last week. The other recruiter replied to an email I sent telling me that I was still under consideration, it’s just that with August vacations, decisions have not been made as of yet.

Against my better judgment I did check Craigslist for some job postings and saw the job that I walked away from in February, the one that got Sally’s panties in a bunch is available again. Such a terrible job. I guess they keep losing people for the position.

It was such a crap job and seeing the position listed again shows that at least I made the right decision in abandoning the position despite what the Cafe Press maven seems to have thought. Must be something in the Bala Cynwyd water.