Twice so far I’ve worn this particular pair of loafers to work and come home wearing different shoes. Usually at some point in the day I get fed up with the loafers. They are either too big and my feet rise out of them as I walk which makes me feel like I look like a drunkard. Last time I had a back up pair of shoes, today I bought a pair of Airwalks. Immediately I felt better but risked looking dorkesque wearing a suit (sans tie) with sneakers.

I got over it as I walked up Broadway from Canal Street to the Ninth Street Path station. This is the Village and dorkiness equals hipness after a few years. So I guess I was cutting edge. Next year in Men’s Vogue, believe me you will see a model in a Brioni suit wearing Vans. Mark my words. Mark them!

The day started out ok. There was a raging brushfire in Brooklyn that could be seen from Hoboken. Some abandoned factory burnt down and started setting fire to the debris on the riverside. It was still burning when I got to work and took some pictures of the smoke.

The day was quiet again and I had busied myself with the morning routine of making coffee, turning on machines and checking emails. I greeted most everyone that walked in with a hearty hello and a good morning. Most everyone was unaccustomed to this so I got some strange looks usually as they returned my greeting.

Felicia came in and she seemed in a good mood. After a little while she came over to me and I asked how she was feeling. I asked about her cancer, which was a melanoma, cut from right above her hip. She showed me her stitches and I tried to reassure her that it wouldn’t scar much. She said, “Are you crazy?” and lifted up the back of her shirt to reveal a nasty ass scar on her back by her shoulder blades. She explained that her skin doesn’t have that much elasticity and tends to leave bad scars. So much for reassurance.

Since we were on a good direction I mentioned that Bill and I have been going to therapy, and since the sessions have moved from Mondays to Fridays I will need to be out of the office at 5:30 on Fridays so I could travel uptown. She was most receptive. How could she not be, after showing me her scars?

The rest of the day was good. Felicia and I interacted many times and found each other’s company enjoyable. I am starting to think we might have possibly in the best sense of camaraderie, not to mention trust, turned a corner. Many escape clauses in the last sentence.

Just saw that Applebee’s commercial featuring a ghostly Sammy Davis Jr. Creepy. Speaking of a Davis, I might go to another Basquiat show with RoDa this week. Possibly crash the opening. That might be fun. That might be Thursday. We shall see won’t we?

Came home to Hoboken tonight to a spectacular sunset. The pictures don’t do it justice. You had to be there.

Today was better than yesterday somewhat. When faced with a statement like not having the energy I portrayed in my interview, I amped up to 11. So fucking positive. Started the office up just right. Felicia traipsed in an hour or so later. She’s quite thin and if I didn’t see her walking towards me I wouldn’t have seen her at all.

Arranged conference rooms, sent out Fed Ex’s (some that had been waiting to go out for weeks, no one could figure out what to do). That happened at Skyline Studios years ago. I was let go since the studio was closing down and stopped by one day after my temp job. People were running around trying to get their Fed Ex’s out and no one could figure out the forms. I took it upon myself to do it for them. They were amazed and I was able to get rehired temporarily on the basis of getting paid in cash everyday that I worked for them.

So I was able to amaze them all by filling out Fed Ex labels online. A step forward into the 21st century. It’s so easy sometimes.

There were meeting and guests and clients. The owner of the company was in today and I wasn’t kissing ass, yet treated him with the respect he was entitled to. After all it’s his signature on my check.

It was a nice day out, even ran some errands on the way to the office, picking up some items that were going to be needed. Once again, going beyond the call of duty. The extra mile. Will it be noticed or appreciated? I don’t know. Can’t get hung up on it.

I did my usual shuffling about the office, doing this, doing that. Keeping busy, and whistling as I work. Really.

A happy productive worker bee I am. I’m impressed. I still yearn for what I left behind. Mainly the friends I had made. I guess it will be up to me to maintain those relationships.

I wandered around the village for lunch, talked to Harpy on the phone. He’s always a hoot. Just walked around looking in shop windows. I found a bench in a park and sat down, finishing ‘Teacher Man’ by Frank McCourt. Sorry to end it. I enjoy Frank’s writing. E’s an inspiration, e is.

Frank McCourt is someone who rose from garbage and worked on the docks eventually becoming a teacher, inspiring and touching many souls. After he taught at several New York City high schools, he retired and somehow became a writer. He won a Pulitzer Prize after his first novel, ‘Angela’s Ashes’.

He’s inspiring to me to keep on living life, meeting people, to go through whatever situations that life throws at me and using my skills to write it down, hopefully in an entertaining manner. Of course, that’s not up to me to decide. That’s up to you. I hope you’re being entertained.

I like to think of these entries as letters rather than a diary. I used to write letters frequently to family and friends. But as time goes on it’s harder to get to a space where I’m able to write letters. So this will have to do.

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Cheers. ♪

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