Monthly Archives: January 2011

I Guess I’ll Have to Change My Plan

Back to work for me today. I think I have more problems with work when I’m not there. More likely when I am going to work, or getting ready to go to work. And as usual as I slept I did not want to get out of bed, I kept hitting the snooze button as often as possible.

Bill left for work later than usual which threw off my game. I can’t blame him. He didn’t want to get out of bed either. I did eventually get out of bed and had a shower, made some coffee and had a bowl of cereal. I still did not want to go to work.

I checked my emails and didn’t see anything worth checking out job wise. I did notice the job I came thisclose to getting in November/December was still open. That saddened me somewhat and I thought about sending my resume directly to the woman I initially met.

Bill figures I have nothing to lose and that I should include a note of apology in a cover letter. I have revamped my resume and not it’s totally honest. I guess that if they wanted me so much and if Greg Stevens letter was ‘all that’ maybe they would reconsider and give me a second chance. I’ve got nothing to lose (except hopefully a job in retail).

Bill is currently on the phone with Hyman Gross who has resurfaced after a two week stint in a hospital in Springfield MA. I think he’s going to have a short stay in a home in Manhattan. That’s somewhat good news. I guess I will be seeing him and riding the bus with him soon enough.

Work was slow once again. We’re officially in the doldrums. Big sales are over, and neck bones like Car Door Wet Nap did not come in today thankfully. I did sit in the back and enjoyed a cigar during my lunch hour. It wasn’t too crowded so I was able to relax and read about Neil Young in the latest Mojo magazine.

I also played a playlist titled Breaking In My Heart, 80 songs, and 6 hours of music. My competition for playing music is the Bradley who has been taken off life support and is breathing on his own. He plays things that he likes whereas I act like a DJ and play things that I think the customers might enjoy without beating them over the head.

Something new and something old all mixed together with few complaints. A few customers can tell when the music that is playing has been programmed by me.

It was yet another long day at the cigar shop, not too many customers. Two more days of work, then off on Thursday. Another snow storm is heading our way, from the south where Atlanta and Athens GA were hit by 10 to 12 inches of snow.

Who knows what will happen? It’s supposed to start tomorrow night and continue into Wednesday morning. I of course am hoping for another snow day but being realistic that I will have to go into work anyway.

I Gotta Right to Sing the Blues

Today is Sunday which means yesterday was Saturday. I worked yesterday, today I have off. It’s been a productive day, cleaning the apartment, which Bill started yesterday. Perhaps if we both work in tandem we will have a really clean apartment. But for today we will settle for functional.

Work was long and slow yesterday and I did not want to go in. My resolve to get out of this retail circus remains strong. I waited for about 30 minutes in the cold for the 10:30 bus which did not arrive until 10:50.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it to Chaz’ party that night. I wasn’t feeling on top of my game and I was staring down the barrel of a 10 hour shift. I texted Chaz letting him know I wasn’t sure and also texted Rand with the same message.

Bill was going to be driving a bus to Atlantic City and I also didn’t feel like going by myself. As things turned out, Atlantic City had a big snowstorm and so bus trips down there were canceled. So Bill stayed home and cleaned the apartment while I watched the clock move ever so slowly from 11:30 AM to 9:30 PM.

Somewhere in the middle of that I read online of the shooting of the congresswoman in Arizona, as well as the murder of a 9 year old girl, a federal judge and four other people. It was terribly sad and I didn’t know how bad it was since the cigar smokers in the man cave would rather watch college football on the TV than watch the events as they unfold.

Of course if they did watch the news, it would be the same regurgitated mess repeated over and over. It was reported that Rep. Giffords was shot in the head and had died, but then another report came online saying that she was not dead, just in intensive care.

And the latest is that she has been able to respond to simple questions from her doctors. It’s been a sad story all around, for the victims, their families and for the United States overall.

The work day continued on, working with Calvin and Sean. Sean helps me out a lot with sales, usually ringing things up on my register so that I get more of that 1/3 of 1% commission. But Calvin caught on and made sure than any 3 figure sales that Sean was about to complete were done on Calvin’s register. Calvin is the boss you see and doesn’t do much of anything for Sean except for threatening him, whereas I usually buy Sean food, like a burger or some pizza.

I do feel pity for Calvin, for here he is an assistant manager with a wife and kid to support and I really don’t mind him getting whatever commission happens. It would be nice if I got that 1/3 of 1%, but I’m not going to sweat it. And I’m sure Calvin gets more than 1/3 of 1% anyhow.

Calvin split at his appointed hour and it was Sean and myself for the remainder of the day, or by this time, night. Finally it was time to go.

Bill decided to go to the party and even rented a car so that we wouldn’t be at the mercy of a car service to bring us back to Hoboken. I got the latest Mojo & Uncut magazines for Chaz and gave him 2 passes for the American Museum of Natural History.

I met Bill after taking the Path train to Journal Square in Jersey City and we drove up to Chez Chaz. Most of the usual New Year’s crowd was there, Andy, Deborah and Rand & Lisa as well as a few other people that I see year to year but forget their names and too embarrassed to ask after all this time.

It was all rather adult, sitting there, chatting and having beers. Chaz made some excellent vegetarian chili which hit the spot after being outside waiting for Bill to arrive in the black Beetle he rented. Many laughs and stories as well as information about Representative Giffords.

We left around 12:30, giving Rand & Lisa a ride back to Hoboken. I came home to find Bill had done an awful lot of cleaning which impressed me enough to do my share this afternoon.

It’s been a good day, though I did watch a lot of news concerning Tucson, AZ.

Sad sad sad.

Christina Taylor Green 9/11/2001 - 1/8/2011