Notes from an Island

gayging process
birth
->closet
->twink
->club kid
->muscle queen
->otter
->druggie
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->theater queen
->sugar daddy
->floridan
->b.o.b.
->r.i.p.

rod Homepage 11.22.06 - 11:04 am #

A set back - doesn't look like SDH is going to get the position we've been holding out for. While he has to learn his lessons, I think we have to remember our overall strategy and plan and that is to get us both here and focused. While we were making some assumptions, and were wrong on them as it appears today, we have to remember the bigger picture.

I'm bummed as hell and am also clear on the implications. Keep him up and plan for the worst.

It appears that rational thought has prevailed. Hell no, we all know that's a line. Rupert Murdoch got enough of a backlash against the OJ interview that it and the book was pulled. Two things still piss me off:
1. The murderer still will more than likely keep the advance
2. Fox still gets some push for sweeps

I can live with this so long as the interview is not aired.

More than locating an apartment, it's the securing that's the issue. The list of requirements on the applicatin was pretty extensive - prove this, credit check that, references this, cash and cheques for that.

I was up way too early this morning after having watched back-to-backs of Intervention. (Why can't they have them at least an hour earlier?) I was off to the bank to get my $200 cash for the deposit and then down to the renting office to wait for them to open. The plan was to get there at about 8:30am to wait for them to open and to head off or pre-empt any potential competitors. As luck would have it, the temperature finally dropped today. Dropped to the kind of cold where I had to turn off the white-noise fan to ensure that I got out of bed . . .

The wait was pretty boring and I definitely went for overkill. One person arrived closer to 9 and although he hung around the buidling, he didn't end up going in. It was the young lady who arrive at almost 9 who went straight for the door that had me concerned! I'm pretty sure we were thinking the same thing about each other; "I'll be damned if I don't get this apartment because of this person, what do I do to make sure I get it . . . " Waste of thinking. Once we got in to the office, it turns out we're applying for seperate apartments.

So, it's hurry up and wait time. Wednesday at eleven o'clock I am to call and get an answer.

http://www.pageapartments.com/82washingtonplace2.htm

As we were taking a break from apartment hunting in Washington Square, we noticed a homeless guy approaching one of the trash cans across the walkway from us.

He walked up to the side of the can and in as calm a fashion as he could muster, sat himself down, cross-legged, on the side of the can as if it were a fine chair at a Swiss finishing school. Sadly, trash cans and intoxication are not perfect companions but at least he managed to maintain his composure as he slowly reached into the can to search for lunch. Cross-legged, wobbling on the can rim, intoxicated - I am amazed he didn't end up on the can!

Still, it impressed me that it was important to him that he not be seen as someone who was about reaching into and rifling into trash cans, that he could offer a facade that he was just sitting there and that the Starbucks in his hand magically appeared or was there all along.

OJ is going to finally how he murdered Nicole and Ron, if indeed he had done it. All to coincide with his book that reveals the same. . . all I can say is that I hope NO-ONE buys the book or if someone does that every single last penny ends up other than an account to which OJ has access.

My heart and thoughts go out to Nicole and Ron's families. The guy is NUTS.

Selfish ass that I am got my first pay cheque today and got taxed at NYC rates - friggin' ridiculous. The part that ticks me off is that I was clear with HR and made sure that my address, which they got correct, is not a New York (neither State nor city) address. So, that's $600 down the freakin' drain.

Lesson learned - Trust, but verify!

Not doing so well today - had some good meetings this morning but I now have a huge conflict on Monday - citizenship interview is that day as is a large client meeting. To add to my stress, I don't know how to talk with BM about it - we haven't worked together long enough for me to pull this.

I'm also questioning myself some today on all of this move - I'm sure it has to do with the conflict and stress but I'm questioning it nonetheless.

Second time out to get laundry done and this time I've tried a number of different routes on my way to work so it was with delight I found a place that does shirts for $1.50. Contrasted with my raping of $3.00 at the first place! The ESL attendant asked where I live, and then had the nerve to comment on my resonse that three streets away, not avenues, was very far!

Just finished up a meeting and kind of feel bad for taking the lead in it. BUT, at the same time I was the most senior person there, BUT at the same time, I didn't call the meeting.

I need to carry on feeling my way around and determine how I want to lead this group. The great thing is that there are some very smart people in the group.

Although it's raining and I have no idea how I'm going to get home without getting 200% soaked (my umbrella is quite the useless apparatus in all of this), today is a better day. I'm enjoying reviewing proposals and preparing for client calls as opposed to the more labor intensive stuff I've worked on the last few days. I'm not sure what's driving my emotions, maybe it was that SDH had left on Monday night. Anywho, today is a better day.

However comma my memory is not any good whatsoevah - right after I posted about the fire station, a truck leaves, sirens blaring so in fact I do get it in both directions.

Brioche with cheese and salami for breakfast and now crab and shrimp bisque for lunch. Foofy words equals expanding waist line. SDH better get this position at Equinox - I need to take advantage of those work benefits!

What's worse is that everything is RIGHT here in the Chelsea Market - I don't have to leave the building to put on weight. Walk out the office door and there it all is. Lots of good karma to SDH - get this job, get this job.

I bet you that native New Yorkers don't even think about because they don't feel it but I can feel in my legs and feet that I'm using them a lot more than in quite some time and not getting the typical two to three days off between cardio sessions . . . and that's quite sad!

So at first glance, the eye candy factor of living next to a fire station certainly offers some pros. And no, it's not the sirens that are sounded as the trucks leave the station, because it's not too busy of a street and so they're not needed. The romance has been soured by the back up signal as each of the 6 trucks are parked. A siren would probably be better!

Last night was one of the best interactions we've had a long time. Details aside, we both enjoyed the conversation and were able to move towards a solution. I'm a little unsure about the wisdom of our decision, but all things considered I believe it's what we need to do. The ray of hope is that we're capable and successful at doing what we need to do to function as the type of couple we both want to be.

What completely changes quite is if SDH starts this position, then the dynamics of this move alter drastically. With both of us here starting December 1, that would mean our planning pretty much goes out the window. I believe it forces SDH to get us taken care of in less than a week. It all could work out pretty well with Shelby-Lynne moving in, so I guess it's hurry up and wait.

Got a call from SDH who's over his job. Apparently he's been called back to ATL and his boss is all atwitter with him being out of the office for so long. I can kinda understand where she's coming from - he has been gone for quite some time, but at the same time, he has let her know where he is and why. Bottom line is he wants out . . . this is a blast from the past!

Not going to happen. We went back up there today and walked around some. After arriving at the Lincoln Center stop, we bought some apples at a cool market at the station entrance. From there we walked around and took the neighborhood in. Not quite the bustle we'd like. And again, not too many people our age. So back to the station and started heading back to Lower West Side.

Our first disaster of living here struck this morning - SDH got distracted while ironing his suit pants and scalded them - right down the front. On top of that he's not feeling well so it was all he could do to keep it together. Poor baby - I felt SO bad for him. We got him into another outfit and hustled him out the door.

Then Boss Man came into my office in anticipation of this morning's staff meeting to advise that he is leaving the mystery shopping practice and will be taking over one of the five new divisions. The punch is that it changes the landscape very quickly and can put me in the same spot that I found myself in at the last place when Stupid Head was hired. The strong upside is that I can work towards taking over from him which is exactly what I'd like to do. Those ramifications are extensive.

Back to SDH - I'm sending out EVERY POSITIVE and SUPPORTIVE thought that I can - I know that getting a job is really hanging over him. No magic wand here that I can wave to fix that, I can't even really get involved other than pick out new outfits when things go wrong.

Text this morning from Mom - moved into the apartment last night and I have to say that I hate it. Banging my knees as I walk around the bed is not fun. BUT, it's somewhere to call home and I'm moved in.

Did my first grocery shop last night - efficiency is going to be key to a ton of things here - wrote my list and put my walking shoes on. (Told you shoes are going to be critical!) Liquor first - shah and then off for basics - mixers (shah) and breakfast stuff. Three bags later and it's time to walk home coz that's all that's going to be purchased.

Dinner was at a cool Dominican restaurant next door to the apartment. Best part was watching the firemen at Station 12 coming back and parking the trucks. . .

This morning was definitely a cooler New England morning - it's rained and the temps have dropped. As I was walking to work, I found a new grocery store on 17th - this looks a lot better than the one from last night. As I was walking, this chick with red dyed hair is walking near me and after awhile called out to me and then asked if I was lost! She's really cool, told her I was new in town and was taking my environment in. Note to self, head swiveling about is probably a dead giveaway that you're not from here.

I'm just saying, but the names here are definitely different . . . lots of Italian, and Polish and lord knows what else. None of this easy Jackson or Williams nonsense - I can't wait to tear 'em up.

This is going to be a trip!

Lesson for the day - get on it, now. The idea of using myspace, friendster and connexion - it's a great idea but what is critical is getting on it and doing something to change it from an idea to something that might be implemented.

Not too bad of a day. My memory is starting to come back . . .old age hasn't caught up with me yet . . . met some cool people and have enjoyed starting up again. All that I've remembered has been about actually doing something and I really enjoyed offering suggestions to my new colleagues.

It's a bit strange to be in such a BIG environment but it's not too bad. Only crap shot is getting a Crackberry. (I need to see who the carrier is - that may save us a CHUNK of change if it's Cingular.)