Chillin in the apartment with Julio. Relaxing, drinking wine. Mellow as could be. Bill is driving a bus around Manhattan. He picked me up after work in the big bus, which was the same type of bus that drove the Wanker Banker employees yesterday. The J Series.

I went to work today.

On a Saturday. I decided to do some dirty work on a Saturday rather than Monday since I could be ultra casual in work clothes rather than a suit and tie. I cleaned out a storage room, which is actually the Executive Rest Room with a Shower Stall. I moved supplies, 5-Gallon bottles of water and a very large plasma TV.

All by myself.

It wasn’t much actually. A little foresight was the key. And on this occasion I had an ample supply of it. It was all a ‘move this move that’ operation. I can do grunt work. Done it more times in the past, more than I will do in the future. But I can still grunt when needed.

Clash/Big Audio Dynamite weekend continues. London Calling, Combat Rock and No. 10, Upping Street mainly. Sandinista is great and so vast that it might take a whole day and spillover into Monday for I still have the Clash first record and This Is Big Audio Dynamite to digest.

Yes, this is the geek side of John Ozed that I try to conceal and usually succeed but then I meet someone like Mick Jones, or David Bowie, or Metallica, or Brian Eno and then it’s gush gush gush. I had kept my cool with everyone except for Mick Jones actually. Regarding Metallica, I wasn’t a fan, just hung out on their dime.

Ran into Carla and Karen from London’s Wanker Banker offices. They were planning to go out for dinner tonight and I was invited but I wasn’t such good shape and neither were they actually. So I begged off successfully.

I did muster enough strength to make it to the Virgin Megastore in Times Square as I was heading home. Bought ‘The Essential Clash’ DVD to complete the collection. More dosh for Mick Jones. And the others. One good thing about the Clash, midway through their career, they credited all their songs to the Clash, distributing publishing royalties amongst each member.

That is something that actually breaks many bands up. Queen was like that and they survived, it was a wedge that broke up Talking Heads though.

So hanging out with Julio, subjecting him to Clash videos which he enjoys, so that’s a good thing. I subjected Bill to the Clash last night somewhat and this morning he was inundated with them. One of the High Fidelity aspects that could be applied to me. One who loves music so much and who can identify somewhat to the book by Nick Hornby and the movie starring John Cusack, and pushes really great music onto various friends and partners. I don’t think they mind. Though I recognize some rock snob qualities in myself, I do appreciate when they turn me onto new music as well. The two of them among a few others.

Work was insane and hectic and definitely took its toll on Jamie the beleaguered office manager who has become a friend. Should I trust her? I don’t know, I do though trust her though. She’s so put upon and really doing a lot more than Bleedin’ Hope ever did. She’s doing her best to put together this All Hands meeting featuring neck bones and some decent folk from all over the world that work for Wanker Banker.

I work quite a bit today, lots of running around town. When I walk I walk at a brisk pace. And when I stop walking around I am usually drenched in sweat underneath the suits I am known to wear. Today was a three t-shirt day, meaning I have a back up and when the first shirt is drenched I switch to the back up. Today the back up was also drenched.

I had to go get some new t-shirts. Luckily there are a few opportunities to get some new t-shirts. But there was a lot of running back and froth from my office to the Waldorf Astoria. I walk at such a fast pace that I was able to time my walking. I walked from 56th st and Park Avenue to 49th street and Park Avenue in under 5 minutes.

To those that don’t know the lay out of Manhattan that is something to be reckoned with. One time I found I was able to walk from 56th st to 34th street Herald Square in twenty minutes. I had all the lights and was able to navigate through the pedestrian traffic with relative ease.

The Ipod helps a lot. Give me something with a beat and I can walk forever. Today was Gorillaz and some Bowie.

Had a lot to do, chipping in with setting up tonight’s dinner and meetings as well as meetings and dinner for tomorrow. I was appreciated. I appreciated the fact that the Persian bitch wasn’t in today and also not expected in tomorrow.

That was definitely a plus. The office really has the capacity to pull together without impediments like that bitch. Will that be recognized? I think it’s doubtful. Had a good dinner with some Londoners and San Franciscans tonight at a restaurant in the Met Life Building by Grand Central Station.

I wisely called for a car home at the end and with Bill’s prodding, made arrangements for a car to work tomorrow since they expect my black ass at 7:30AM. I figure, why not? They’re spending so much on this All Hands Meeting that another hundred dollars for me to come in and make sure all goes well would be worth it for all concerned.

The car ride home was with a driver who thinks smacking one’s children around when warranted is a good thing. We both agreed that getting hit once in a while by our parents turned out to be a good thing since kids are generally dumb and a smack once in a while does get the point home and leaves a lasting impression, hence the driver and I discussing getting smacked around twenty or so years later.