I’m Bad

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It’s July 3rd. It’s a Saturday. I have to work. Or rather, had to work. I didn’t mind. The day started off with the Supremes singing Love Child. Actually there were a few other songs that played before I hit the snooze button, but Love Child was the one that registered.

I set about starting my day. Julio called offering to buy bagels but I had to turn him down since I wouldn’t have any time to eat them. I did have time to check emails and such while the morning news played on behind me.

As I checked the email, I heard a report of an accident in New York Harbor by the Statue of Liberty. What may have happened was that two boats were near the statue, perhaps anchored when a larger boat cruised past creating a large wake causing the larger of the two boats to rise out of the water and land on the smaller boat.

There were three people in the smaller boat when the larger boat landed atop of it, killing one of the three. The other two were rushed to the hospital. The driver of the larger boat was charged with boating under the influence and vehicular homicide.

I knew the driver of the larger boat. The company he works for sublet office space from Bio-IB in the last year I was working there. He was a nice guy, one of the few in the group of Israeli conservatives. It’s a shame all around.

It was a shock to hear the name of someone you know on the news. I expect more will be said later on the 11:00 News.

After all that I was waiting for the bus where Rand stopped by for a few minutes, telling tales of his fun times at Maxwells the past few nights. Unfortunately the bus was fast approaching and I had to get on it to get to work on time.

Still reading You Never Give Me Your Money by Peter Doggett. Such nastiness between John, Paul, George & Ringo. Mainly John, George & Ringo with Allen Klein against Paul. Bitchiness, drugs, booze and Hare Krishna. A gripping read.

Got to the shop on time, hardly anyone in midtown Manhattan except for tourists. It was a slow day and there was only one register functioning since the other register was fucked up last night, and not because it was short.

It was slow enough that one register was all that was needed anyhow. Some of the usual customers who hadn’t fled the city came in, including one opera singer who dislikes me.

Calvin & I discussed this and figured out that it was probably because the opera singer, let’s call him Pagliacci, is deeply closeted and I am not. Calvin remembered that when Pagliacci and I first met, he wasn’t the usual jovial self he seems to be with everyone else.

In fact he quickly withdrew his hand after a brief handshake, whereas with everyone else he’s glad handing Andy. No skin off my back, I couldn’t care any less.

Came home by 10:00, from the cigar shop to the bus terminal in 15.4 minutes, courtesy of the Raybeats.

Bill is on his way home. There was an accident, some woman sideswiped his bus. No injuries, no passengers on the bus. He’s not too happy, and that’s understandable.

I Am I Said

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I am I Said. That’s the song I woke up to this morning. It was an odd song years ago and it still is today. That Neil Diamond. It’s how the day started for me. Slept a deep sleep, and could barely remember Bill kissing me good bye. He’s off driving the bus again so I won’t see him until Sunday night.

I do recall telling Bill to be careful.

It being a holiday weekend meant that there weren’t as many people as usual commuting to work. The fact that I was traveling after the rush hour, at 10:00 probably accounted for the lack of people. But that was filled up by people with suitcases, getting out of town for the weekend.

It was a breeze getting to the bus terminal and that too wasn’t too crowded except for the Greyhound and other bus ticket counters. Not too many people on the subway either and I made it uptown rather quickly.

Decided to get my shoes shined. I sat and read the Daily News while the shoe shine guy did his thing. Next to me was a guy who looked like a character from Amelie, so much so that I asked him if he was an actor.

The character in Amelie was the bloke who’s boss thought he was dimwitted. It wasn’t him but he was certainly handsome enough. I still had time to kill so I decided to sit in my usual spot but had to go out of my way due to something being filmed along the way.

Almost got my newly polished shoes dirty thanks to overzealous production assistants.

Spoke to Bill for a few minutes on the phone and headed to the shop a few minutes after that. Some young woman asked if I worked in the building I was just leaving the shade of. I told her no and kept walking towards the shop.

Just Calvin and Marcus in, Raymond expected in a few minutes. Marcus didn’t stay long, it being a holiday weekend and 10 days until his wedding. Calvin, Raymond and I made a good team. I sold a humidor and a few other nice items.

I did make sure my name was attached to those sales but still have to remember to do so most of the time. Whomever opens the register gets the sale unless the name is changed manually. I’m sure there’s a better program. And I’m sure there’s a better register.

The register Raymond and I used today jammed after closing. I closed the register for the day and came up $10.00 short. Actually $9.00 and change. We recounted the till and looked under and behind the register to no avail.

Since Raymond and I used it the most and we’re the ones who came up short, we put $10.00 in. Actually I put in $10.00, Raymond is still on the hook to me for $5.00. After that we hurriedly got out of the shop, Raymond going his way and me headed to the bus terminal.

It took me 16.9 seconds minutes, listening to the Pretenders first album. Actually from Precious to half way through Space Invaders. Home a little after 10:00 which wasn’t so bad. Working tomorrow and Sunday as well as Monday.

Next weekend, Annemarie comes to town (!) and that Sunday is the party. Fast approaching!