Oh the disliking of the job hit new highs or lows actually today. Granted I was the one who messed up sending something via FedEx priority overnight when it should have actually been first delivery overnight. A matter of two hours, which conspired to make me look like the biggest idiot on the east coast. Okay, the third biggest idiot, no wait, maybe the 101st biggest idiot discounting all the idiots running things down in Washington DC. I’m nowhere in their league.

That made me feel like shit. Also just tired of these people, I don’t like many of them, only have one or two friends. And I have to satisfy them all. I am their support staff. It’s a weird situation that’s for sure. I still say good morning and I do it in a cheerful manner, and it’s acknowledged by some, and ignored by others. And me being me, when I’m ignored, well keeping in line with the Smiths/Morrissey fixation in the back of my mind, quoting Moz, ‘The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get’.

Yes, typical Morrissey psychosis, and when they ignore me the next day I say, “GOOD MORNING MINA” or whomever. What am I looking for? A hard time? To get fired? No, I am just not being rude. I’m trying to have fun with a most absurd situation. But for me, the job is wearing me down and it’s affecting my real life and that sucks because it’s affecting me and the time that I spend with Annemarie and Earl, and Bill as well.

Tonight Bill picked me up after work in a rented car and we drove out to have dinner with Annemarie and Earl. I usually get a decompression time after work, but hadn’t yesterday and definitely not today especially when I needed to decompress more than ever. Bill was good, driving around the city doing a great job while I babbled on about this and that at McMann and Tate.

I also have to admit I do not do well in high humidity and it was very humid out and I certainly wasn’t high. Talking to Earl I realize that I feel like shit and try to rise out of this funk for his sake. He doesn’t see me more than once a year, so I do want to make a good impression. I mustered some enthusiasm which was a relief to myself and more than likely, Earl.

I did my best to maintain some cheer for Annemarie. I should’ve had a beer. It would have taken the edge off. Or a jazz cigarette. It was a very nice dinner, my compliments to the chef. The heat and the humidity were doing me in though. I hung in there, listening to Bill tell his tales as entertaining as ever. I guess we make a pretty good team in that sense.

I was really looking forward to dinner. It would be great to be able to spend time with Annemarie and Earl. It’s just not a very good time with this nonsense at work I have to deal with and learn how to leave it at the office. Previous years I was able to take the time off for vacation and hang out with them. This year, new job, I get Thursday and Friday off. Better than nothing. Just have to do that much more so we can all have a good time. Or do nothing and not think of work at all for 96 hours. Better get to work on that.

Blue Oyster Cult has popped up twice today. Once, outside the building with 2 cool coworkers who like a lot of the same music as me. One of the coworkers, a chick who never heard of Blue Oyster Cult until the other dude and I spelt it out, he handled ‘Godzilla’ and I took over with ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper’. Her head was spinning. It was with these two that I had a loose plan to meet up with at the TV on the Radio show in Prospect Park, I was supposed to go with Bill and meet up with Juan.

The other Blue Oyster Cult reference is from watching ‘We Jam Econo: The Story of the Minutemen’ It turns out the Minutemen were fans. I’m enjoying the second viewing of the DVD and I think Juan is as well. They were a great band and I was lucky to see them a few times. I remember one particular night at McSwells standing on the back bar watching the Minutemen because it was jam-packed hanging onto the ceiling and Rand.

Juan and I are pretty much of the same mindset this evening. Either one of us says what is on the other’s mind. Can’t seem to get the right number through guessing. One through five, and 0 for 2. And 2 was the second number. Lincoln had a secretary named Kennedy. Kennedy had a secretary named Lincoln. The fantastic is in league against me. Not really me, it’s a line from the Fall, written by Mark E. Smith. I think it’s called Elves.

Work was perfunctory at best, but Paula and I made a good team. It’s been a relatively relaxed week at home and at work. Nice. The Saturday morning routine moved up with me doing laundry. There is a plan to go to Sandy Hook, or another beach tomorrow meaning we should leave early. I said 10:00, I think she thinks 9:00. All she has to do is call when she’s about to leave and I’ll be ready.

I have to call the Chiropractor on Monday and cancel the appointment. I don’t want her beating me up again. I’ll reschedule at a later date. It’s very much a mellow evening. The moon looks hazy behind some wispy clouds, a jazz cigarette between friends, a cool breeze wafting in through the windows. Bill and I haven’t needed the air conditioner and it’s July 7 already. That’s the weather, and now over to Sports.

Now Juan and I are channel surfing. Bill came home and went to bed, he has to be on a film set early. Nice project he’s gotten. Jodie Foster and Terrance Howard are attached. Break a leg baby.

I’m looking forward to the beach tomorrow. Been a year since I’ve been to Sandy Hook with Annemarie and Earl. Could be an early start, So I guess we will try to get as much in as possible. That’s fine. It’s supposed to be perfect. And with Annemarie and Earl, how could it not be?