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She’s About A Mover

No motivation. Just lazy. Haven’t even done laundry and it’s a piling up. Nothing to write about either. Walked over to Barnes & Noble since a new calendar will be needed shortly.

That was a disappointment. For the past 8 years they’ve had Beatles calendars, this year not one. I asked the sleepy bearded guy behind the counter and he told me that they were in stock a few weeks ago but they’re all sold out.

He also said it wasn’t a good time to buy calendars. Which was odd since it is time to get a new calendar, unless you’re Mayan.

I just paid for the Christmas cards on sale for half price for next year since all the cards I sent out this year were from Farfetched. Last year I didn’t work at Farfetched since they weren’t doing so well. This year, no one worked at Farfetched.

In 2005 I hung out with Juan for the day. We were in the city then came home and watched a Rufus Wainwright DVD. I downloaded Lazy Sunday, which was an early if not the first SNL Digital Short. It was for my new iPod that Bill had given me for Christmas that year.

Also wrote some stream of consciousness stuff which I don’t do anymore since the last time I did, which was mainly sentences from the TV blaring behind me, a lot of people were confused, more than usual.

In 2006 I was licking my wounds having left Wolff Olins and about to start work for Golden Staffing. There was no bonus for me thought other people got them. They don’t give bonuses to quitters. I should have just kept my mouth shut and not tell anyone I was leaving. It was one of the worst jobs I ever had.

Juan and I saw Brazilian Girls at Irving Plaza the night before. Found out Juan likes to be in the middle of the throng whereas I prefer to remain on the perimeter. I didn’t write on December 30, 2007 I was in Otisville. Excer was there as was an old friend of Pedro and Excer, Gary. Just a long night hanging out and drinking. Pedro’s had a rough year this past year and I’m sure he’ll be happy with a New Year.

In 2008 it was all about a misunderstanding between Bill and myself. I had to go to the office even though I was off of work. The writing was on the wall but unreadable. The Titanic was starting to make some gurgling sounds but in December 2008 I still thought I would be there until February 2010.

And we know how that worked out.

No hard feelings, and I might be doing some work for Greg Stevens at the end of January since he’s vacating his office and moving across the street. He’ll have professional movers and I guess I will oversee. I’m no mover.

And in December 30, 2008 I wrote about going to Barnes and Noble and purchasing a new calendar, and looking to my right, it was a Beatles calendar.

The Hardest Part

Just had a nap. A little longer than I hoped. I asked Bill to give me a call when he was leaving the office but I don’t think he did. So instead of waking up at 5:30, I woke up at 6:45. Not so bad.

Today has been a day of wearing a suit and tie and pounding the pavement. Got up at 7:45 this morning for an interview at 11:00 at the Time Warner Center at Columbus Circle. I puttered around this morning, having coffee.

Even watched the Today show, grateful that Matt Lauer was nowhere to be seen. After showering I trimmed my goatee a bit, it was looking a little weedy. Had breakfast, and checked my emails and at 9:30 headed out to catch the bus.

Same types of people waiting for the bus, of course none of them put out their hands to signal the driver to stop, so I did and the bus stopped where I stood. I was surprised they had an easy pay machine like they have at certain stores next to the fare box. My how things change within a few months.

I was early enough and wandered around the Time Warner Center which is basically a high end shopping mall under an office building. Spoke to Bill who told me to break a leg. He also called the interview, an audition.

I got to the office building, showed my ID at the lobby desk then instructed to a room off to the side to have my shoulder bag scanned in an x-ray machine. Then I rode up to some very nice offices.

The company I was interviewing with is a screening company, meaning they see me first then recommend me to the actual company. And if I pass the background check, which I should, then there should be no problem.

It’s all up to the company. Not naming the company right now on this blog, but they did receive bail out money and are no longer an investment bank, they’re an actual bank thanks to the Federal Reserve. The original job I applied for was an office manager but since I only oversaw 20 people and not the 150 plus they had hoped for, a receptionist position was suggested and I readily agreed.

Can’t be too choosy.

The first person I met, Barbara was very nice and of course I was all about the eye contact. Wisely I took a Xanax before the interview so any edginess was gone. The interview went well, Barbara telling me that that the company had 5 offices in Manhattan which were going to be consolidated into one building and that they also had an office in Jersey City which will remain.

I told her getting into Manhattan was no big deal and that the Jersey City office would be within walking distance. She didn’t know that Hoboken and Jersey City were right next to each other. I even asked pertinent questions afterward.

I usually draw a blank at that and wind up saying, in an attempt to compliment them by saying they had answered all my questions during the interview. Barbara went to see if someone named Nick would be available to see me and I sat in a very nice conference room overlooking Columbus Circle and Central Park.

Nick came in and I resumed eye contact, answering all his questions and hopefully making a good impression. It was over soon enough and I’d like to think I made a good impression and that it went well. If I get the job I would start right away.

I went outside, called Bill and told him and of course, Bill was quite supportive. Since I was in the city I decided to walk around a bit.

Even though I knew Paul McCartney was probably in England, I walked by Eastman and Eastman. You never know, right. But no Macca was to be seen. I then walked over to 65 east 55th Street and gave a former co-worker Vinnie a call.

Vinnie was going to lunch and came down a few minute early. It was great to see him, he and his family are doing well. It was good to see Vinnie. I put him down as a reference and gave him the heads up. He was soon headed to lunch with his colleagues and I was on my way. I decided to walk over to my former job to see Greg Stevens.

I wasn’t sure if he was in but he was. Since the company he worked for is in Los Angeles, they don’t get into their offices until 9:00PST so he now comes into his office around noon.

Once again he was having some problems with the computer and I was able to help him out, once again telling him to step away from his computer so I could sit at his desk and do a few things like close some tabs on his browser which might have been slowing things down.

He’s a good guy. He may need my help next month when he leaves the former office and moves to a smaller space. Also saw some other people, the other tenants in the office. They were happy to see me, remarking that it looked like I lost some weight.

I’m sure I did, don’t know how much I lost but looking at the picture I posted last night of Bill and myself protesting in Times Square last weekend I really do look a bit thinner. Even the shirt I wore today, sized 17.5/35 was not as snug around the neck as it used to be.

That’s a good thing. Walked down to the Path train, following my old route and read the November 2 issue of the New Yorker. That’s how far behind I am.

I’d really like a job, if only to catch up with the New Yorker.

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