It happens most every time. I had an interview that I thought was for a company that ran the website and of course I could’ve sworn that I would be greeted with flowers much like the troops entering Baghdad. Like the troops entering Baghdad, I wasn’t greeted with flowers, but nor was I shot at. I got through the whole day thinking about my exit plans from McMann and Tate.

What would I say? What could I say? Doesn’t matter. All I did was interview with two women, Michelle and Colette. Not at the same time, but right after each other. I was at a disadvantage. The deodorant that I put on much earlier in the day when it was cooler was starting to fad and as it started to fade I began to smell. I’d like to think I was the only one who could smell it, but it was over 90 degrees and I just rode the subway. Hopefully they took that in account.

They were impressed with the resume and at least I didn’t have to explain anything. They enjoyed the spectrum of employment that I possessed. From the recording studios to an investment bank with one or two stops in between. They expressed an interest in me, telling me they had a few positions in mind. They work as a team so I have to revamp the resume and send it to Michelle who would forward it to the other counselors.

As luck would have it I have two more job interests. Tempted to say offers, but nothing has been offered yet. Lawrence Stern and Virginia Wagner phoned with positions they had come across their respective desks. Oddly enough I had the foresight to see if Bill could revamp the resume somewhat. He did what he could and it was great. I just have to apply the suggestions that Virginia suggested last Thursday and resend to Michelle, Lawrence and Virginia.

I might ask Bill being miles ahead of me and Microsoft Word savvy, to do some hocus pocus on it. At McMann and Tate I felt a little like Judas, walking among these people, some who are actually saying hello to me, and thinking about how I wasn’t going to be there anymore, that after work, I would be walking on a carpet of flowers and I-9 forms. There was guilt but I just figured that it’s just a job and I’ve passed through quite a few, including ones where I actually made friends that remain friends to this very day.

I got over it. I was relatively busy. Just had to look at the condition that the kitchen was in and I knew that I really wanted to get away from there. The day ended weirdly. Someone had a doctor’s appointment and needed Felicia to accompany them. It almost left me holding the bag, but since Linda was back she was able to hold down the fort while Felicia was out and I headed off to my dental appointment, meaning job interview that was just an introduction of sorts.

And it’s still hot despite a 5 minute downpour.

I was just checking my gmail when all of a sudden Hassen popped up. He’s a mate from Wanker Banker, great guy, very smart, IT dude. Great guy, a pleasant surprise, wonderful to come home after eating a nice Indian dinner with Annemarie and Earl at Karma Café in Hoboken. Annemarie is great we know we know, but Earl is something else. I see myself as a gangly teenager hanging out with some cool adults when I look at him.

It really is something else when you see someone grow up by leaps and bounds. I’m sure it’s different if the kid or kids are yours. I mean, you would see the kid everyday and probably not notice the changes, or maybe you would. But when you see someone every couple of months or once a year the change is startling. I’m 6’2” and Earl is creeping up on that fast.

It’s really great to have them around and once again I will miss them terribly when they go back to California. I wish I had enough money to buy them a house here in NJ. I wish I had enough money to buy ME a house with Bill. Oh where is that money that should rightfully be mine? Where did I put it, if I ever really had it? If not, when will I get the money that should be coming to me?

Went to work today, anticipating the return of Felicia who was working on projects on her vacation. Don’t think that she did much in the rest and relaxation department She surprised me by being the second person in the office after me. She’s usually an hour behind me but 10 minutes? Threw me for a loop that’s for sure. She inquired of course, about how the week went without her.

It wasn’t much of a work week, it was actually three days. She asked about Paula and I raved about what a good person she is. I think she took umbrage and felt that she wasn’t getting any love from me, her body language pleaded for a hug, which I gave. We chatted about her projects that she worked on while on holiday, but there is something between us I can’t put my finger on.

I am wary from the fifth day of work and I asked her how I was doing and she mentioned about how much more energetic I was during the interview. I am wary from her screaming at me over the phone and I was thisclose to saying, ‘Fuck.You. Bitch.’ And hanging up on her. It’s hard to get close to someone who’s treated you like that. Hard to trust them.

One of my agents called me up presenting me a job offer that was from 4:00PM to 12:00AM. It’s temp to perm, which makes it even less desirable. Could I actually work a shift like that? Bill and I would have to get a Tivo that’s for sure. But I turned it down and the agent understood. She says she’s looking out for me and I believe her. I actually got the call from her last week, but didn’t return the call until this morning, after Felicia’s return.

Talking with Hassen online tonight was nice. I miss him and the other friends I had there. I mentioned that I emailed McGruff at Wanker Banker and offered to come back if he’d have me, all the while telling myself I got to look ahead. Typical me. I started something, and now I’m not so sure.