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Giving It All Away

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Well it’s back to school, back to work for most everyone. Or for some. I don’t know. I did harbor some hope that the interviews I went on, the resumes I sent out, the online applications that I filled out would be responded to, today perhaps, today would be the day that I would have heard something.

But alas, nothing. I sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes fill out these forms online, send my resume, with such a feeling of hope and feeling that this will be the one, the one that I get a call back. Bloomberg, Goldman Sachs, all big names that surely must have some small room in their organizations for someone like me, but no.

Apparently there is nothing forthcoming, leaving me dejected.

And when I walked around this afternoon I felt I could see the same reactions on a lot of people’s faces. Perhaps the look on their faces is from the fact that where the past week or so there was family and fun and good feelings abounding, now there’s just us.

And the bitterness of the cold, mirrors the bitterness we feel inside.

For me, the angst arrived in the night as I was going to sleep. Bill and I watched a few episodes of Lawn Hors d’œuvre: Criminal Malcontent. Caught the Simpsons which was OK, nothing to write about despite the fact that I’m writing about it.

Caught the first few minutes of the Cleveland Show which is made by Seth McFarlane who made The Family Guy. I loathe the Family Guy and through that I disliked the Cleveland Show. Bill and I did become hooked on what is the only reality show we like, Tabatha’s Salon Takeover.

Tabatha is a tough Australian woman who goes into hair salons and tries to help them out. If only Tabatha was in Hoboken 20 years ago when Patrick Morrissey was around with his hair salon. Then again Narcotics Anonymous and AA would have had to play a major part in that, if that were the case.

And in case Patrick Morrissey googles his name, ‘Hello Patrick’.

Bill went to bed early so I watched The Soloist starring Robert Downey Jr & Jamie Foxx. Oh it was remarkably lackluster. Left you not caring at all. Then the news which was all about how cold it was. It was in the 15 degree range last night.

I wound up watching How I Met Your Mother which I never watched before. No Neil Patrick Harris in this one, and I didn’t know Jason Segal was a regular cast member. I like the Jason Segal.

Around 1:30 I went to bed, not because I was tired but because I was bored. And I lay there for about 45 minutes unable to sleep. I got out of bed and did an online crossword puzzle. Knowing that Xanax makes me drowsy sometimes, I took a Xanax and about 20 minutes later I was heavily lidded and ready to go to sleep.

Slept so well I didn’t realize Bill kissed me goodbye. It was around 2:30 or so when I went to sleep and woke up around 10:30 this morning. Made some coffee and poured my cereal in the bowl and decided to go back to sleep. It felt good.

I didn’t do much today, went out around Hoboken, saw the faces of my fellow unemployed and came home again from the bitter cold. Had an early dinner since I was hungry and now here I sit, filling out more online applications with not much hope.

I wish the weather was warmer so I could go out and play guitar again on the pier.

You Didn’t Hear It

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Well here we are, January 1, 2010. So far so good. No known superstitions or rituals to go through and no hangover either. Been a pretty good day. Last night was pretty good too. Bill woke up from his nap and we had dinner at Arthur’s Steakhouse on Washington Street.

We’ve been doing that for the past 8 years, New Years Eve dinner. A few pints, some steaks, some garlic bread. It’s never been crowded and quite cozy that last night of the year. We came home and watched some TV before heading over to Rand and Lisa’s apartment around 11:00.

On the way we saw various party goers outside different buildings having a smoke. One guy at the corner of 7th and Park Avenue called us over for a light. As I lent him my lighter, he farted. Many laughs all around.

I brought some Guinness, not sure if Rand had any or if anyone else would be drinking it. Apparently Rand had some on hand already, not that it mattered though I’m sure I will have to pay him a visit and take those off his hands. Also pick up some socks that were left behind a few months ago. Arrangements will have to be made.

I did go out around 3:00 this afternoon to get some groceries. It was a nice afternoon, a balmy 40 degrees. I ran into Martin Kelly, good to see him. Had a few laughs with him. Spoke with Annemarie when I got back. She had a great time seeing X in San Francisco last night while her husband Rex and their son Earl went to see the Dead play for 4.5 hours. I would have been at the X show of course.

In Hoboken, it was low key last night. Rand & Lisa, Lois & Fred and Bill & myself. Nice amount of people. All rather perfect actually. We all sat around the TV, Rand controlling the TV. NBC, CBS, ABC & CNN as well as a video of a video of Lady Gaga on TV.

The countdown went well and I decided to record it. I sound like a big gay goofball but I guess I sound like that all the time, though I did sound campier than usual when I tried reassuring Lois that the champagne blindness in her eyes. At least I sound that way to my ears.

I even played Rand’s guitar and played some Beatles tunes, All My Loving, She’s A Woman and Please Please Me. That was fun. I was surprised to see Bill singing along to All My Loving. According to him, he’s been paying attention all these years and was learned the lyrics from my constant playing. It was fun and Lois complimented me on my guitar playing.

I guess she hadn’t heard me play in a while. Perhaps all those years of playing on my own has given me a unique style of playing.

Bill and I were home a little after 2:00, passing plenty of party people heading to various other parties. I remember those times, not wanting the party to end. Now I’m content to let it end when it may, not caring since I was going to bed.

I have to wake Bill up in a half hour, he’s driving to Atlantic City again. Of course I’ll be worried until I hear from him in Atlantic City. I’m in for the night, been invited to a party but I’m feeling reclusive.

Hope you all had an enjoyable New Years Yves.