Category Archives: WTF

#9 Dream

1 Reply

Wednesday, the day of the hump. A hot sticky day, following the melodrama of yesterday. There was no bad sandwich, no forthcoming Technicolor yawn, it was all a dream. I was planning on taking a day off today and going on an interview but I was of two minds. One mind was telling me that I had finally gotten into my groove at McMann and Tate, and the other mind was telling me that Felicia did cause some undue stress and that stress was what had started the “looking for other jobs” ball rolling.

It has gotten better at McMann and Tate, I have a few people that I can call friends. Even Felicia has turned a corner somewhat and I find she really depends on me. If you know me, you know I don’t like to let anyone down. On the other hand there are the counselors looking out for jobs that suit me and are in the pay range I’m looking for. I know they’re not really sweating while they do the searching, they sit at their desks and dial phone numbers and email or fax resumes.

They are putting my information out there though, hoping to get their commission if and when I finally jump over the last hurdles. I have come to terms with my position at McMann and Tate and realize that it’s not brain surgery. True, some people don’t care for me and I feel likewise, so I concentrate on the ones that do. I have to make sure the areas that the disdainful ones are clean after they leave and it’s really not such a bad thing. I mean the pay is great and I have nothing to complain about in that area. It would be nice if Bill was covered by my insurance, but that’s a whole other matter.

I said earlier that I was planning on playing hooky, cutting out today but in the back of my mind I had a feeling that Felicia was not going to be in, and she wasn’t. I didn’t think the office could function without the both of us so it turned out to be a good thing I went in. The office does run somewhat smoother without her around, or at least I do. With all the good intentions between the two of us, there is still an unease I have. But it’s not insurmountable.

It felt like a Friday today, but it wasn’t. Half the office was out today, either traveling or on holiday. It was nice. I had more friends in the office than non friends and that was cool. Linda, who used to do my job insisted that I take a nice long lunch and enjoy the afternoon somewhat. She’s really sweet. She’s from England and a year or two older than me. We almost always wind up talking about music. She was in the thick of the British Punk New Wave thing back in the day, and even saw the Beatles back in the day. For that I’m envious.

I bought my usual salad and sat in the park around the block from the office, overlooking the Astroturf ball field. I was playing Lil Beethoven by Sparks that my brother Frank had burned for me a while back. I never really played but loaded it into my iPod. Finally today I played it from start to finish and I was astounded. Great production and very witty lyrics. And the vocal arrangements were fantastic. So thank you Frank. Also ordered a birthday present for my sister, who will read this, but not know what the present is. Nyah nyah Annemarie.

One more thing, Lance Bass, from N’Sync has come out of the closet. He’s gay and he put it quite nobly that perhaps his coming out of the closet will help other people realize that it’s not a bad thing. He’s also in a stable relationship, which is also a good thing for the public to realize, that gay and lesbian people could have stable relationships, just like straight people. Nyah Nyah.

Cheers to Lance Bass.

For those playing at home, this has been the 300th blog entry. I mentioned to Bill and Juan last night that these entries are like letters to no one in particular, or maybe like a daily newspaper column for the Shopper or community newspaper.

300! For me, that is an accomplishment. Maybe this will help the public realize that gay people could write at least 500 words a day, just like straight people, only better.

And thanks for this morning Chewbacca. Baby, you’re my Lance Bass.

Inion/Daughter

1 Reply

Oh if it weren’t for my friends and family I would be so lost. I really love and cherish them. It was a day like yesterday filled with employment angst. I’ve had unemployment angst and there was the angst with my last months at Wanker Banker, but this is trying for sure. The lies, the plotting, the reasons that I need to present for being in late, or taking the day off. It’s a drag. Once again though it was a decent day at McMann and Tate, but I can sense a dangling shoe about to drop.

I have some interviews lined up in the next days, one tomorrow, one on Wednesday, actually two on Wednesday but both at the same company. That’s the one with the 10:30 to 6:30PM gig, which is awfully tempting. That is going to require a sick day. I don’t know if they’re catching on at McMann and Tate. Tomorrow I’m going in late, due to a memorial service in the Bronx. More on that tomorrow.

I don’t know why I’m working myself up into a tizzy. I used to be relatively cool about matters such as this, but now I’m stressed. I’m trying to look at this as a good position to be in though. I may have found my groove at McMann and Tate, and there are these other companies that are interested in me so if one doesn’t pan out or if I get panned there’s always something else in the works, I hope.

I had to run up to midtown and see my Rasta pal Jesse. I walked around midtown smoking my Padron 5000, and headed to the Path train listening to Grace Jones ‘The Compass Point Sessions’ The day started out in dub and ended that way at least iPod wise. Once I got to Hoboken I knew my friend Jim Mastro was hosting an evening of entertainment at Sinatra Park on the Hudson River in Bokeyland. Jim used to be in one of my fave rave bands in the eighties, the Bongos, now he’s still playing guitar and owns the Guitar Bar in Hoboken. I am good friends with his wife, Meghan and have baby sat for Lily and Ruby their fantastic daughters.

Jim’s been playing with Ian Hunter and recently played with Robert Plant at the Beacon Theater at a benefit for Arthur Lee from Love, who’s been ill and needs money to pay for his hospital bills and treatment. That night he played with Nils Lofgren, Ian Hunter and Robert Plant. If you go to www.youtube.com and do a search for Robert Plant Beacon Theater you will see hatted Jim playing guitar behind Plant.

Big shoes to fill when you’re playing behind Robert Plant, and there’s a look in Jim’s eye as if even he couldn’t believe what was going on. He’s such a great guy that Jim. I basically sat with Meghan, watching Lily and Ruby sell Guitar Bar t shirts and caught up on the past few months since we last saw each other while the band played rock and soul classics from the past couple of decades.

Rocked the stress away I must say. I do have to get Bill and go out and visit that fabulous family out in New Jersey, and soon. Been asked to visit for years and haven’t gotten to it yet and I fear the invitation might be revoked if I don’t make an appearance. So Bill and I should rent a zip car for a few hours and say howdy. It would be the civilized thing to do, wouldn’t it?