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I’m Going Away Smiling

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So today has been my day off. And it’s been too hot to do anything. I’ve been indoors most of the day excepting 2 trips to the Bibliothèque and the supermarket and the cleaners.

It was reported to be 105° in Newark this afternoon. That’s what they said on the news, then at a later broadcast they said it was actually 103°. Still it qualifies as being too damn hot.

The party continues to approach. Cousins expected, some friends backed out, some friends unsure, other friends making plans to arrive. The menu will now be pizza. Maybe some salad too. And a cash bar.

That is if we can make it to Sunday.

I can definitely blame the heat for the non communication brought on by me with Bill. He came home and he was wearing a guayabera. I asked him if that’s what he wore to work (and it was a stupid question since he just came home from work).

He said yes that it was how he dressed for work. I remarked that he was lucky since he could dress like that. I was about to tell him how I would have to wear a suit & tie regardless of the temperature when Bill insisted that it had nothing to do with luck, that he’s been working at that law firm for 10 years.

I asked him if anyone working less than 10 years had to wear office attire and he said no, they could dress in business casual due to the heat. I then mentioned that he was fortunate to have worked 10 years at that law firm and could dress in that manner.

All I wanted to say that it sucked that I had to wear a suit & tie tomorrow in this heat but he has this idea that I liked to wear such things year round despite the fact that in the 10 years we’ve been together I’ve usually been able to dress business casual during the summer months.

But in his mind it seems to be that I like being suited up year round.

It’s the heat. Short fuses, quick tempers. I realized that ad shut down any communication with him. It’s 8:00 now and instead of putting on Keith Olbermann he wants to watch another episode of the Olivia Show, aka Lawn Hors d’œuvre SUV.

I don’t think he knows about the 2 hour season finale of Lawn Hors d’œuvre Criminal Malcontent (he does, they just announced it) that’s on tonight and I don’t know if I will tell him since I don’t want to watch 3 hours of Lawn Hors d’œuvre, no matter what the off shoots may be.

He did ask at 8:00 if I was watching anything in particular and I answered, just the computer screen. I could have said Keith Olbermann.

It was definitely good to have the day off but it’s been terribly hot. It would have been nice to get out some more today but each time (meaning both times) it was truly too hot. Oh well. 3 more days of work left for me, then 3 days off.

Can’t complain. I have a job and according to the Ed Show tonight 4 million people are not getting unemployment benefits right now, and congress is on vacation.

Yesterday's Me

Maybe Tuesdays just aren’t a good day for Bill and myself.

Just went out to run a quick errand. A little bit cooler out since the sun has started going down. Bill is making some pasta, and as usual letting it boil over adding to the hunidity of the apartment.

It’s been so hot today that my computer shut down and now my mouse is not working properly. But if that is all I have to complain about, then I really don’t have anything to complain about.

And thanks to a blow up between me & him, and implications violently brought to the surface, the party might be canceled.
Such a drama queen, or rather- drama queens. It’s on.

I’m Alive

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What a long hot day. For some reason Papa Gene’s Blues by the Monkees is the song I’m playing right now and could really relate to it. Now I’m playing Pleasant Valley Sunday. Why the Monkees? More than likely because they require little or no thought.

It’s been in the upper 90 degree range, no matter where you are, in the shade it still feels like an exhaust fan is blowing. Bill is napping right now in the air conditioned bedroom. He came home last night, not completing a drive down to Atlantic City due to a collision on the parkway.

It wasn’t his fault and the woman who sideswiped his bus admitted so to the police. He was nervous that he would be fired but right now he is on stand by for yet another drive to Atlantic City tomorrow morning.

I, of course worked today and it was slow going. The only people that bought cigars and whatnot were mainly tourists. The first customer I had was a guy named Guy who seemed nice enough I suppose. He was very interested in buying a $200.00 lighter.

That was the price I quoted him, but when I ran it through the computer it came up as $175.00. Raymond mentioned that there was a mistake after I mentioned it to him (in front of the customer). The customer wasn’t too pleased by this and felt we were screwing him.

Still he bought the lighter at $200.00 and then asked about the return policy. I explained there were no cash refunds, just store credit and then the guy named Guy got all huffy and decided to not buy the lighter after buying it.

That was the first customer and I hoped the rest of the day wouldn’t be going in the same direction. It didn’t really but it was an arduous day nonetheless.

One more day then I’ll be off on Tuesday, then three days of work then three days off. One regular came into the store, a wanker named Nelson who gladly shook hands with Raymond and Sean but scowled when I nearly offered my hand.

I didn’t mind but said to myself that I will minimize any future contact with this wanker. I could swear he gives me dirty looks and I’m not being paranoid. Perhaps he too is yet another one in the closet and sees me as a disruption to their life of deceit.

In any event, I just wanted the day at the shop to end and go home. I thought most of the week I would take the Path home but decided to take the bus since I have a bus pass. On Sundays the buses run every half hour.

I got to the bus terminal in 14.9 minutes, listening to what was the first side of the Ramones first album. There was a bus at 6:30 and I was at the escalator to the gate at 6:25. Unfortunately there were a lot of people in the queue before me so the bus at the gate filled up leaving me 25th in the queue.

A half hour wait, luckily I had You Never Give Me Your Money to read and that made the time go by faster. Snagged a nice seat. Lot’s of people walking around with beach chairs, headed towards the river.

Last year Bill and I met up with the Mastros. This year they’re not here and Bill & I are more than likely staying home, or at least very close to home.

Just heard from Juan, he’ll be up next Sunday for the party. Heard from Pedro who won’t be at the party as he’ll be working.

Bring cake.