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I’ll Cry Alone

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It’s now Monday. It’s been a good 24 hours mostly. There was some difficulty getting back to Hoboken last night. One bus is late and that creates a backlog. I hustled to get from the cigar shop to the bus terminal and made it in good time, but I was surprised to find a line snaking around the corner on the second floor.

It wasn’t that bad, actually. The line moved rather fast and when I got onto the bus, I was annoyed by the fact that some choice seating was taken up by a young woman with one of those suitcases that you drag around.

The suitcase was a little bit larger than the young woman. And across from the young woman with the suitcase was a larger woman, larger than the suitcase. It made for an interesting scene, with the Inmates cover of Dirty Water playing in my head.

Came home where Bill greeted me at the door like he has for the past few days. We watched Boardwalk Empire and Bored to Death. Boardwalk Empire was good as usual, gets better with each episode and Bored to Death was charmingly funny as it usually is.

Bill went to bed after that and I stayed up not watching anything in particular. I went to bed a little after midnight. Slept alright and woke up a little later than usual. Went to the cleaners, the supermarket and the bagel shop all before noon.

Spoke with Bill who was working today. I sent Connie a birthday card and walked around Hoboken this afternoon, stopping by the Guitar Bar and chatting with Mr. Wonderful Jim Mastro. He just played a few dates with Ian Hunter.

He asked if I saw Richard Barone at Maxwells this weekend and I told him I hadn’t. I’m simply not interested in seeing Richard Barone anymore. I would have rather seen Ian Hunter in any event, but I had to work.

I walked around the waterfront, nobody I knew there except for the usual panhandlers who don’t get anything from me these days. They seem resentful. I walked onto the latest pier in Hoboken, one that was supposed to be open during the summer. Better late than never I guess.

I enjoyed a cigar as I walked around. Bill mentioned that he had some shirts that needed to go to the cleaners so it was a return trip back there. He’s off to an awards show in the New York State Office Building on 125th Street tonight.

While I was on the pier, I received the number 212-123-4567. I recognized the number as the number that comes up when the last staffing agency that I signed up with calls. I decided not to take the call and a few minutes later I was notified on a voice mail.

Apparently the last position I interviewed for was back in play and the company wanted to meet with me. I called back the agency and now I have an interview tomorrow at 10:00. I was told by the recruiter that the interview might last 2 hours, and I might meet more than one person.

I got off the phone with the recruiter and called Bill and told him. I had forgotten the fact that the position was for the 5:30PM until 1:00AM shift. That’s doable, it will take an adjustment, but it can be done. More importantly it’s for a little more money and it is a Monday through Friday job.

I told Bill that it was funny, I become settled in the job that I have at the cigar shop and decide to stop looking for a new position until next year and I get a call with regards to a new job. I also told Bill that I was feeling a bit guilty, thinking of leaving the cigar shop right before the holidays, and also thinking of Don who is leaving this weekend.

Once again I am getting ahead of myself, not knowing what tomorrow will hold, as usual.

There is a new Girl Talk release, available for free at http://illegal-art.net/allday/ . It might take a while since it’s quite popular.

Tonight I am going to put a cover on Hyman Gross’ air conditioner. He’s been after me for a while. I told him that 8:30 would be the cut off for me to come over. Quite an arbitrary time, but I do have to do some research for the interview tomorrow morning.


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I Live For You

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Oh my it’s been a long day. I am home now and glad to be here. A bit tired. I’d rather not write but here I am doing just that. All for you people, all for you. You had better be grateful you bastards. That’s right, I called you bastards.

Whether or not that is an apt description, I don’t know. Only Harpy, Anne and Sung post on this here blog. The majority of you do not. And I know there’s a few of you, searching for some investment group’s office manager and receptionist.

Yes you Mickey and Maura and the Crazy Peggy Guggenheim partners. In other blog related news, this entry is number 1,803. Yes, the other day I hit 1800 entries. I of course did all the work, all you did was read it.

On an iPad, or a smart phone or a lap top or whatever you use to access the world wide web. I sweated, typed callously with callouses. You hit the page up, page down buttons, scrolled using your mouses.

I ran the risk of Martini Basher’s wrath, made myself more visible on the Internets, and incurred the incredulity of Sally Maurice and their Cafe Press calendars and coffee mugs as well as the well heeled citizenry of Bala Cynwyd.

Oh Susquehanna Investment Group, why hast thou forsaken me?

At work, it was a long day. But warm enough somewhat that for the first time in a few weeks, I was able to go outside and enjoy some part of the day. It was nice to be able to leave the store for about an hour. I started reading the latest Uncut magazine with the Kinks on the cover, or maybe I should write Kinks Kover.

As I headed back to the cigar shop, I heard the sound of a drum kit nearby and decided to wander by. I saw it was a one man band, a bloke with a drum kit, a drumstick taped to his leg and 2 bass drums, an amplified acoustic guitar and a microphone.

The bloke was quite good and highly enjoyable. I love wandering around and finding some busker who blows me away. This young man certainly earned a dollar from me, as well as a dollar from quite a few other people. I wrote my email address in his notebook and hopefully I will hear from him soon. His picture is below.

Other than that, work was an arduous task. It was Calvin, Don and Bradley. Today I didn’t care much for Bradley. I’m convinced he’s a former special needs child. This is what happens when they grow up. Their hair turns prematurely gray, they possess an all consuming need to pound a counter top like it was a set of bongos, and are subjects to bouts of Tourette’s Syndrome.

I anticipate difficulty working with Bradley once Don splits the scene. I could be wrong, it’s happened before. Just a premonition of sorts I suppose.

Last night I finally caught the new Conan O’Brien show on TBS last night, in time to catch the musical act, Fistful of Mercy, featuring Ben Harper, Joseph Arthur and Dhani Harrison. They sounded great, Dhani sounding and looking like his dad. You can catch the full episode on the official Conan O’Brien website.

that one man band






aka Don