Bill was off to work on his project this morning. I slept in and listened to the rain. Felt good to sleep late again. Just listening to the rain poring down definitely reduced an ambition to get out of bed. I slept like a rock. I was really exhausted last night.

I finally stirred and got out of bed, took a shower, made some coffee before I headed out. I had to go to the Library and renew ‘Teacher Man’ by Frank McCourt. His third memoir. It’s pretty good, as good as ‘Angela’s Ashes’ and ‘Tis’. It’s interesting to read about students and life in New York in the 1950’s and 60’s.

There were a few people sitting on the steps underneath the scaffolding waiting for the Library to open. A motley assortment. I sat down and read some more of the book. About 5 minutes later they opened the Library and I was able to renew my book for two more weeks though I’ll probably be done with it by Monday.

Got the bagels and the papers and came home and made a nice lazy Saturday breakfast.
Truly mellow, not much to do. Coffee, email, Kenny the Shark. I suppose it’s a routine, especially since I know about Kenny the Shark, though I think I turned off the TV before the Pharaoh Zombie Kid.

I spoke to Bill from the set of the project that’s he’s been working towards the past few weeks. That day has finally arrived. We ran lines last night and he was pretty much right on. I was happy for him and quite proud. I did see his work on the lines practically from day one. So all was going well on the set.

When it stopped raining so hard I ventured out again and ran some errands. Running between the raindrops with dry cleaning. Didn’t want to be cooped up in the apartment and didn’t want to go out in the rain either.

Spoke to Annemarie who was having a lot of fun in San Francisco with Rex and Earl. I’d rather have been there that’s for sure but I was here in rainy old Hoboken. Best possible solution, a nap. All that rain was making drowsy any way.

Deep sleep for almost two hours. Felt good. Julio called twice. I answered the second time and was chastised for not returning his call from an hour earlier. Good old Julio. I got out of bed soon after that though I probably could’ve slept throughout the night. I used to do that from time to time, just sleep for twelve hours straight. Or actually, gay.

Julio came up after I ran out and got a chocolate raspberry truffle cake from Stone Cold Creamery with ‘Break a Leg’ written on top for Bill. Julio and I watched Helen Mirren and Jeremy Irons in ‘Elizabeth I’ and then ‘Good Night and Good Luck’ both excellent and recommended.

Bill just came home and I showed him the cake and now he’s about to tell me about working on the film.

Slept well last night. Actually been sleeping just fine lately. No complaints. Woke up great, wrapped in Bill’s arms, where I could’ve stayed all day but the new job was calling and I had to get out of bed. Hadn’t shaved in about a week and had something resembling a beard to get rid of.

Then it was a leisurely walk through Church Square Park and down Garden Street to the train. Playing a singer named Res who I heard years ago in a store and bought her CD. Very good music and lyrics and her voice is good too. Nice alternative vibe to it with a definite R&B feel. That doesn’t happen too often.

The trains are of course, crowded at 7:30 in the morning. Takes a lot of Buddhist tolerance. I only have to go one stop to Christopher Street so it’s ain’t so bad. Then it’s a 15 minute walk to work. It was a gorgeous morning walking down Hudson Street in the springtime.

I wasn’t sure whether or not I had to be at McMann and Tate at 8:00 or 8:30 so I opted for 7:50. Of course that meant I didn’t have to be there until 8:30. I loitered in the street outside. Very busy corner of Soho what with the 1/9 train emptying out at Houston Street. I saw a guy in handcuffs being escorted into a government building across the street. White collar criminal, perhaps mail fraud?

I made it in and walked through the doors with one of the senior managers, introducing myself and sitting around for someone who knew what I supposed to do, to show up. Someone did, David who sat at the desk when I came in for my interviews. He’s a temp, he’s an actor and doesn’t want to be tied down to a 9 to 5 job.

He showed me the ropes and told me his life story so far. An interesting story, yet non-descript. Apparently living with a woman who he’s broken up with a few times and reminds him of his mother. He mentioned that he seems to go for the type that makes one think of Oedipus.

The office started coming to life around 10:00. A bunch of designing hipsters. Nice people, no attitudes detected.

As the way things turn out, I got a phone call from Lawrence on my cell that I had to reject. I called him back a few minutes later. He told me he had a job that seemed perfect for me. I told him thanks, but today was my first day that I started at the new job. He was happy for me and I thanked him for looking out for me. The same thing happened at my last day at Wanker Banker.

I had a phone call from Judy Wagner from another agency. She was asking me if I was still looking for a new job and I told her that I had gotten one and she was catching me at the last day from the old job. She congratulated me and told me if I knew of anyone looking for a job to keep her in mind and refer them to her.

Feast or famine.

I had a glass of wine with the office manager at McMann and Tate before I left. She seems cool. Cool enough to toast the end of my first day. She also noticed the cigar in my pocket. She thanked me as I walked towards the elevator.

I hit the street and lit up a Padron 5000 and walked up to 14th street so I could enjoy it properly. I got so many cigars last week, got to smoke em all.

Much love to everyone who wished me well.

Thanks.