I’m Moving On

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Well here I am on a Wednesday night. It’s getting chilly out. Lot’s of rain last night, it’s what I fell asleep to. I had an interview scheduled for this morning at 9:30, so that meant Bill making sure I was relatively coherent before he left.

I left the apartment a little after 8:00. I am not one to be late and will leave early and arrive early so as not to be tardy. I was able to flag down a bus that was a block past my stop and the bus driver was gracious enough to let me on board as I thanked her profusely.

A walk through Bryant Park like I used to do when I was working with Greg Stevens at 800 Third Avenue. I was early when I got to 44th Street and Lexington Avenue and waited outside the building for 20 minutes before heading in at 9:15 for my 9:30 interview.

The interview went well. The interviewer was Jill and she reminded me of Miriam Molloy and Nancy Gerstern, two women who had the same composure as Jill. Jill talked and talked as she walked me through the offices, after taking an elevator and then 2 flights of marble steps.

We sat and I listened to Jill go on about the job and what my duties would be. I felt like I had the job already and when the time came I asked a question which Jill promptly answered and continued talking about what duties I would have while I worked with a team.

I sat there and listened as Jill talked, thinking about how sweaty my t-shirt was, if it was going to rain outside when I left. It was an hour long interview just like yesterday. I was soon back on the street, an hour to kill before I headed back to the cigar shop.

I called the recruiter and let her know that I think it went well. She was happy to hear that and I was happy to tell her. I called up Bill and told him that it went well, then I headed into the cigar shop after walking around through midtown.

It was Don and Calvin today. Marcus flitting about somewhere. Apparently there was a cigar event going on tonight, scotch in the cigar shop, steaks at a nearby restaurant then back to the cigar shop for more scotch and cigars.

After being in the cigar shop for about 45 minutes, I got a phone call from the recruiter, congratulating me on landing the position. I was happy that I did but soon felt guilty. Don is leaving the cigar shop, his last day is Saturday, and now I am going to give notice, right before the busy holiday season.

Yeah, I’ve been unhappy working at the cigar shop, but these guys were good enough to take me in. And I lost about an inch around my waist and I intend to keep it like that. I’m basically not looking forward to facing their disappointment.

There is the fact that it’s a Monday through Friday job, and it basically pays a lot more than what I am making now. I don’t think telling Marcus and Calvin the truth will suffice so something else will have to be said. Bill is thrilled though and his happiness is encouraging to me.

I will tell Marcus and Calvin something on Friday.

Oh and Martini Basher came in before I came in, still hurt by my writing a few lines about his crap reggae CD. He can dish it out, but obviously he can’t take it. Punk ass.

I May Hate You Sometimes

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Last night was a good night on TV. Weeds had it’s season finale and it was the best episode of the season. It was followed by the season finale of The Big C and that was very very good. Perhaps The Big C is the most moving show on TV.

Laura Linney can do no wrong in my book and her oncologist is mad cute. A scene involving Laura Linney’s character Cathy’s son was just perfect. Got me all misty. He was such a douche bag throughout the season, perhaps playing your typical teenager, but last night he was on point.

As good as Weeds was, The Big C gets the top honor. It should win some awards down the line. I highly recommend viewing it when it comes out on DVD.

And Gregg Gillis broke the Internets with his Girl Talk release. I was able to download the entire mp3, mixed as one track, but I cannot get the breakdown of individual tracks. I have to say that I am not digging All Day as much as I dug Feed the Animals.

That might be because I don’t know the samples as I did the samples on previous Girl Talk releases, and maybe it is because there’s a lot more metal and gangster rap on it. I’m not writing it off totally. There’s still a chance it could grow on me. It’s just not as clever as Feed the Animals.

I went to bed while Bill was on his way home from the awards ceremony in Harlem. He was part of a group award for his stage managing for Pekong, a play I saw up in Harlem earlier this year. I didn’t get a chance to see Bill in his tuxedo much to his dismay.

I woke up the morning around 6:00 to relieve myself and saw Bill getting dressed. I wasn’t sure if he just got home, but he told me he was home and slept for a few hours and now it was time for him to go to work.

Today was a rainy Tuesday. But not steady enough to warrant an umbrella. I had one just in case. I headed into the city and saw Bill again. I stopped by his office to pick up some fresh copies of the resume, tailor made for this evening receptionist position.

I am so fortunate to have a good man like Bill at my side. He’s so supportive in so many ways and I am so grateful. I made it to the interview early once again and filled out whatever forms they asked me to fill out.

I had to take a typing and grammar test again and today I typed about 30 words per minute, 15 words less that the last time and I was in bad shape last time. No shower in the morning left me quite groggy. Today with a hot shower and some coffee I did less than I expected. Grammar was OK though, I scored 95%.

After the testing, I met with Amy who was very nice and answered all of her questions. It went well and I left there after about an hour. I decided to drop in on Greg Stevens unannounced. I made my way up his floor and ran into Deborah who works with Greg’s wife.

She told me that Mr. & Mrs. Stevens were in Arizona where they maintain a second house. And have their photograph taken with John McCain. I chatted with Deborah and Jennifer for a few minutes before I headed back to the Path train.

I got a message that the people I interviewed with want to see me again tomorrow so that’s been scheduled for tomorrow morning at 9:30. Then it’s back to the cigar shop.

When I got back home I got a phone call from a recruiter that I used to email every Monday morning. I didn’t this week and here he was calling me up for another position.

When it rains it pours.

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