It’s Monday despite all of my best efforts. I didn’t know what day it was yesterday, not all day, but after I read the Sunday papers and danced a quick tango with a few jazz cigarettes. And watching the grounded parachutist took my mind off the day of the week. I can get so easily distracted. Today I woke up in darkness. It’s dark out at 6:15. I made the bed and took a shower as Bill was readying himself for work. All I had to do was pick out a pair of jeans and a warm sweater and I was done.

I have a guarded hope, for the call back on Wednesday. The excuse is in place and ready to be launched and I think I may be looking too far ahead in the future. No offer has been made, no salary has been discussed, nor benefits. I am counting on this job regardless and that could be tricky since I simply don’t know if I will please the president of this staffing firm. It was very much like Staffmark back in the day. I saw an ad, responded and was called in for an interview. Back then, Mary Ann Molloy decided to keep me for the company rather than farming me out.

So I stayed there. This office is somewhat different. It’s a lot smaller, and I wouldn’t be working the front desk with anyone I’d be alone, my only company would be those looking for work. Work was ok today by the way. I worked with Jenn who laughs at all my jokes, or at least gets them. She’s supposed to be there for the month so that’s pretty cool. I worked in the production room by myself taking things off shelves and then moving the shelves. Friday ended pretty badly with Linda and she was staying out of my way today. And forget about Terry. We rarely converse.

This has nothing to do with the call back mind you. Linda has always been a bit dotty. She was the one who misheard me saying ‘I was busy’ with ‘I was pissy’. She’s also the one who told to never again order paper towels with patterns on them. This is like the Queen of Hearts party in ‘Alice in Wonderland’ only there is no red or any other color. Everything is white on white on white.

Tonight I am meeting Bill at McSwells. Rand and RoDa have pieces in an Art Benefit for returning Iraq and Afghanistan veterans who were wounded. Rand sent me the flyer yesterday and Bill was interested so it seems like a good occasion to go out and see some old friends. I have no idea how it’s going to be. I would like to see Martha Keavney if she’s there. It’s been over a year since I’ve last seen her. Or Martha Griffin, though since its McSwells, I sincerely doubt it. She used to work there and I doubt she’d be into going there.

The temperature has dropped considerably the past few days. On Thursday and Friday it was quite muggy and in the upper 60’s. Now, it’s Sunday and it’s in the 40’s with a threat of rain and snow this evening. I’ll believe that when I see it. It’s a do nothing Sunday, though I was busy with laundry. The sun is going down and the lights in the apartment ate turning on. It’s been a fairly quiet day. I was planning on going to church with Bill today to participate in things that make him happy. But it’s not like the church is around the block.

It’s in Manhattan on 86th and Park Avenue. Not like it’s around the block in Hoboken. It’s a hike and a bus ride and then a subway. I passed on going to church. Like I said a while ago, one of the best things about atheism is the fact that you can sleep in on Sundays. I walked Bill to Washington Street and I went to get bagels and the newspapers while he waited for the bus. Nothing but bad news in the papers and I didn’t win the lottery again. Better luck next time?

Last night Bill and I had a date to go to the movies. We decided on seeing Borat. We both had heard a lot of good funny things about it from various trusted family and friends. I was going to take the bus in but that is usually not very dependable if it isn’t rush hour so I walked down to the Path train, listening once again to Scritti Politti ‘White Bread Black Beer’. I really can’t get it out of my head though I often alternate it with Juan’s ‘johnnyo IV’, the latest cd Juan had made for me.

The Path was unusually crowded for 4:30 on a Saturday afternoon so I stood by the door and pulled out ‘The End of Faith’ which I am slowly working my way through. I was going to jump into another, hopefully less crowded car when I looked over and saw my ex-roommate of 11 years, William Charas sitting down next to his bicycle. I stayed in the car and started chatting to him. He was going to a Yoga class in the city and I was off to the movies. We caught up somewhat on what each other was doing and checked to see if anyone we knew had been in contact lately.

It was all in all a low key meeting. He got off on 23rd street to head to the David Barton Gym for his Yoga, I stayed on to 33rd street to brave the holiday shoppers in Herald Square. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected and was able to negotiate the crowds without any injury to myself or anyone else. I waited outside the theatre looking at the people going by waiting for Bill. He showed up and we went in and laughed out loud like everyone else in the theatre.

Here are some pics from walking around Pier A in Hoboken watching a grounded parachutist.