I Can See Your Future

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Yesterday was Sunday, today is Monday. Yesterday I had off, today I worked. Tomorrow I have off again. I loathe this retail scheduling. But that is the nature of the beast. I did laundry yesterday, some grocery shopping, cooked food and walked around Hoboken with my friend Lois.

It was a nice time spent with Lois, went to CVS, Rite Aid and Burlington Coat Factory. Lois bought some trousers for her husband Fred. I tried on a belt which left me to think I lost two inches on my waist rather than the one inch I originally thought I had lost.

I suppose it’s from standing around on my feet for nine hours a day and not eating much these days. I noticed the not eating much on Thanksgiving when the first trip to the buffet proved to be enough, but I would be damned if I wasn’t going to get my money’s worth.

I had envisioned my usual stroll around Hoboken with Lois, walking just north of the Lipton Tea building, along the water’s edge down to Pier A or so. I think Lois had other ideas because after the Burlington Coat Factory, she had wanted to go home.

I enjoy Lois and have been friends with her for almost 30 years, but yesterday it was hard to connect with her. That could be because I hardly ever go out and socialize. I am generally so tired after working that the last thing I want to do is have contact with people.

On Saturday night, while Bill was in Atlantic City he asked if I wanted to have breakfast with him at Stacks on Sunday morning. I would have loved to normally, but I said that it was my day off and I really would rather just stay at home and not deal with crowds of loud and noisy people.

Rand invited me over for a cocktail a few weeks ago and I begged off. It was an open ended invitation, I could come over anytime or so that is what I believed. But I haven’t called or gone over for a drink. After a ten hour shift, I’d really rather just go home.

And just like now, I am home. I get home around 11:00. I hustle on down the street after closing the cigar shop, tonight’s soundtrack was courtesy of Hot Chip, in 13 minutes 28 seconds.

Just 26 days left of this nonsense, 26 days until Jesus’ birthday. 26 days of holiday hours. Granted I won’t be working all of those 26 days, probably 19 of those days I have to work. I am off tomorrow, then it’s 5 days of work, then another day off.

I am looking forward to the day off though. Already I have plans to make, like seeing another recruiter. Right now I am filling out an online application, which is totally pointless since they already have my resume.

But it’s what they want, and who am I to deny them that?

I've Got My Mind Set On You

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Just got home at 10:59. I am not liking the late shift but I can’t do anything about it as I am committed somewhat. I am very tired and it’s cold outside. It was another long day. I did not sleep well last night again.

Bill was home but I went to bed earlier than he did and then woke up around 3:00 when the CO detector went off. Nothing bad, nothing major, just the battery needed to be changed. Which Bill did today, or so I gather since the detector is back on the ceiling.

Right now I feel like going to sleep but pretty sure I wouldn’t fall asleep since it’s too early and my body clock more than likely would not allow it. I guess I’ll stay up for awhile.

I would actually not be writing this right now. But here I am. I was thinking about not writing tonight and simply writing tomorrow.

This morning I headed out for the bus, kissing Bill goodbye as I walked down the stairs. As usual I let the 11:15 bus go by, opting for the 11:30 bus. The 11:30 bus did not arrive until 11:55. I wound up waiting for about 45 minutes.

There was a couple nearby that waited nearly as long as I did. The male half of the couple ran across the street, leaving the girlfriend at the bus stop while he ran into Hoboken Daily News to get a bottle of water.

Then when he came back, the two of them went into a nearby boutique, presumably to get warm. The bus arrived as late as I mentioned and I got on. The couple attempted to get on, but didn’t know the fare and did not have the change.

These fools, standing nearby, not asking anyone how much the fare is, or even getting change for the bus. They got on and got off almost immediately. As the bus moved to each stop after mine, there was almost always someone else who didn’t know the fare or have their money despite the fact that they might have waited as long as I did.

People are clearly clueless. Hoboken is generally a friendly town, someone could have told them the cost of the fare, perhaps even given them change or pointed them in the direction of a place where they could get change, but no. They don’t ask, and they get kicked off the bus.

Of course with my bus being late, that meant that I was going to be late. I phoned ahead 45 minutes before I was supposed too show up for work at 12:30 and let Sean know and to have him tell Calvin that I was running late.

I hate being late. I hate having people wait for me, and I hate waiting for people. And now with a later hour for my commute there are a whole new set of dunderheads to navigate around as I trudge my way up to the cigar shop.

That’s it. I’ve hit 500 words. No more from me tonight. That’s it. Good night.
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