Well it’s later than usual and it’s Wednesday. Day two of the new job. How many times have I written that? Twice to be precise. Bill, came through as my champion and I slept soundly in his arms once again. What a wonderful feeling to go to sleep in the arms of the love of your life. Some have many loves and one life, some have many arms and no life at all. I’m looking at you Shiva! I’m getting accustomed to the work routine again which isn’t so bad, not at all. Something to do, something to keep me out of trouble.

Trouble finds me usually but hasn’t found me today which I am not complaining about. Trouble is lurking at Wolff Whatevs and since I’m not there anymore, not leaving a forwarding address, it’s having some difficulty finding me which is fine. Work at Golden Staffing was fine and busy and I’m still trying to work out the system and fit in and everyone tells me I’m doing a good job which is so reassuring, especially after not hearing anything like that for nine fucking months. I don’t need to have my hand held, but a little reassurance can certainly go a long way.

And it went nowhere down there, meaning Soho. I still miss the Wanker Bankers, but that memory is fading slowly. There’s no time to goof off really at the new job and that’s fine. No surfing the net, looking at illicit emails for I really don’t have any privacy which is totally different from the isolation from the Wolffmen. I’m not complaining. Like I said being told I’m doing a good job is good reason to continue to try and do good. Which is so unlike me, maybe ten years ago. There’s this nostalgia that’s been haunting me lately. Sometimes it’s not even my own nostalgia, it’s wound up in other people’s nostalgia and makes me miss them.

I’m nostalgic for Sung and Ray, I’m nostalgic for last week. I’m nostalgic for so many things that it makes it cumbersome to focus on the present moment and near impossible to even concentrate on the future. Though it’s not like that was ever my strong point. I think that train of thought was derailed when I realized that I wasn’t going to be giving my parents any grandchildren, when my whole life plan actually existed. But that was something close to thirty fucking years ago and here I am now.

Now is Hoboken, Bill is rocking his keyboards, Juan occupies the futon, Scrubs is on. Juan brought his season two collection which is where ‘Waiting for my Real Life to Begin’ is from, the episode called ‘My Philosophy’, is from. It’s what I wrote about last night. Anywho, Juan and I just watched it while Bill jams away in the next room. I wasn’t as choked up as I was last night, he had a bit of a tear, as did I. It really is a well done, well performed and pretty funny episode. Just when I thought I was getting tired of the reruns of Scrubs, I watch an episode that gets quite a reaction, then Juan shows up with the season 2 box set.

Just opened an email from Sung, formerly Song. He and Ray just made it safely back to Sydney and he asked me to tell Bill and Juan that he said hi. So, ‘Hi’ from Sydney to those two. He’s such a sweetie. I enjoyed having dinner with Sung and Ray last week and I’m glad they enjoyed my company as well. One day Bill and Juan will meet both Sung and Ray. Hopefully soon, though of course, time will tell. Who knows, when that ship comes in, perhaps Bill and I will sail off to Australia with Juan ably playing the role of Gilligan to my Skipper, with Bill paying all the major parts, being the actor that he is.

Bill has been my champion the past few days. No scratch that, the past few years. He really puts up with me. I know, I put up with him, but my drama is so wide ranging and half the time, he doesn’t offer any drama. Make that most of the time, not half the time. Tonight, we were sitting watching Scrubs, and we both got choked up as one of the patients sang, ‘Waiting for my Real Life to Begin’ with the cast then she died. Very touching song and used to perfection while yanking our heartstrings. I got choked up and turned to see Bill wiping his eyes, which made my bladder move that much closer to my eyes. Here’s a clip : cut and paste

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcV0SemO8NE

Like I said, Bill has been my champion. The past few days I’ve been stressing out the new job at the Golden Staffing Agency. Perhaps it’s an employment hangover from last year, it was a doozy. I knew it wouldn’t be hard to do the job as I have done it before in the past. Just wary because of the people, after getting screwed by the Wolffmen, and the Wanking Bankers, but Bill built up my spirits and I slept well with out much tossing and turning as I lay in Bill’s arms most of the night.

After two weeks of doing nothing at all, I guess I was ready to start doing things. I got up at 6:30 which is about a half hour later than I used to when working for the Wolffmen. I was able to take my time getting ready since I wasn’t due in until 9:00. So I got to watch TV and check the email. I finally heard from Debbie, one of the Wolffmen who responded to my email last week, telling me that I was paid up payroll wise and that I wouldn’t be getting a bonus since that was for people that still worked there.

I did the right thing, or so I thought when I left the Wolffmen. I thought by giving them notice, I wouldn’t leave them hanging, giving them the time and helping them out. If I took the money and ran, leaving the company and not returning, I would have had that cash in hand. My financial planning is worth shit. My sense of decency leaves me broke. Nothing I can do about it now, except to work and wait for my next paycheck, in two weeks. It sucks, but it’s not the end of the world.

Thank you Bill.