No Philip Beansprout for me tonight. To my chagrin, Bill is going to the session solo. This was told to me yesterday. Fine. My ambivalence towards everything includes psychotherapy. Still unhappy with the human race. Not much redemption in order it seems. Haven’t seen any redeeming qualities as of late. If we continue therapy, great.
If not, no big deal. I’m in take it or leave it ville.

Work was slow and boring and made the clock crawl, I’m cut off from everyone in the office so didn’t have a chance to participate in the World Cup office pool at ten dollars a head, teams pulled from out of the hat. I don’t know how I would’ve responded if I was asked anyway. I do enjoy the isolation. No back up either, meaning if I’m not answering the phone, no one is answering the phone. Just a receptionist after all.

It’s an odd position to work in. It’s a position where you have to tell someone you’re going to the bathroom and then ask him or her to answer the phone. And of course, working with creative types, with their blue jeans cuffed about six inches, it can be difficult since the don’t know where to look to see what extension they are sitting at. This actually happened when I asked someone what extension they were at and instead of lifting the handset, lifted the actual phone to see is it was on the bottom.

Creative types. Normal rules don’t apply. This is the world of the trends. The trend of the world. Major corporations that want to revamp their image, make it hip and timely. The clients’ come in, people that are there to make the right choice of change for the CEO and the company. Image needing tweaking. And tweaking sometimes happens in the early hours.

Presently I am writing about work to an online friend who’s looking for a job for him and his boyfriend in Chicago. Poohbear, his name online, is looking for a new job and his partner is looking to get out of Chicago. Could be odd. Who knows? Who cares? Definitely be interesting that’s for sure. Wow, it peculiar. Chatting with Poohbear online has greatly reduced my amount of hatred for the world. Oh that Pooh. Nice guy. Never met him, but could probably arrange an interview if he has the skills that he’s talking about.

Just chilling now, relaxing. Looking forward to not working over the weekend. A very good thing indeed. Just the usual routine, laundry, food shopping, attempting to clean the apartment somehow. A bike ride would be ideal and that would have to be Saturday since the Puerto Rican parade is Sunday, bringing uptown Manhattan and Central Park to a standstill. Very vibrant, that’s for sure. As far as parades go, the Puerto Rican parade beats the St. Patrick’s Day parade by a mile. They have the better weather.

Tired and red eyed and emotionally exhausted. That’s me right now.

Wednesday night in the rainy season. Very wet despite precautions. So sick of the rain. I could never live in Arcata I would go insane so kudos to them that do. Today was busy and I was running around quite a bit. Major client in the office today and four more expected tomorrow. I will be a jugglin’. The day slid into stupidity as it wound down with more and more contact with people.

Sitting at home after a day like what I just described. Juan and I watched Sarah Silverman’s ‘Jesus is Magic’ DVD that Juan had bought yesterday. She’s very funny, and I hate to use the term edgy, but she is. She spins things on their head. It’s hard to describe but she’s quite outrageous. Bill watched some of it but couldn’t bear to watch too much since he’s tired and wasn’t really feeling her particular type of humor. She’s a lot like Sandra Bernhard back in the eighties.

Juan’s wisdom teeth are coming in and he’s in a bit of pain. I sympathize. Mine came in without a problem, low pressure. So much for being the same person.

I was thinking the same thing the other day about this blog. It felt like homework. I remembered the type of student I used to be, a C student. This caused my parents, actually my father a great deal of anguish. He came up with the brilliant idea that I should sit at the dining room table and do two hours of homework each school night. My brother Brian had to do the same thing. It didn’t matter if there was homework that could be done in 10 minutes or a half hour or if there was no homework at all.

We would have to sit at the table with my parents twenty feet away in the living room watching television very loudly. My father was slowly losing his hearing and the TV had to very loud. We were supposed to hunker down and study in these conditions. Eventually Brian graduated and I was alone at the table. When there were nights with little or no homework I would simply go to the encyclopedia and copy whatever was on a page or interesting subject word by word.

It helped make 2 hours go by a bit faster. The were the occasions where my parents would go out, or to the store or god forbid parent teacher night at school. I would freak out on those nights hoping that the teacher would like me enough and perhaps have some insight that if they said the wrong thing I would more than likely come to school scarred in some way or another.

I usually went to school unscathed, perhaps a ringing in my ears from being yelled at. Report card time was nightmarish. Never forged the document but man that piece of paper caused a lot of stress and strife in that house in Lodi. Really ugly scenes. There was always the reminder that my father was spending x amount of dollars on my catholic school education. Not like I asked to go.