January 8th, 2002. Tuesday
I spent a good amount of time perusing the personals section of Time Out New York yesterday. Mostly just laughing at the people, but, as the day wore on, also thinking with increasing frequency "Hmmm..." I thought about filling one out, and even started, but I just couldn't do it. I'll admit that i tried, and spent a little time on the questions and whatnot, but in the end, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Though I do think it would definitely be an interesting experience.Here's a funny picture I came across today. So not much brewing at the old office today. Actually, there appears to be a lot to do, but I'm not doing any of it. And I feel a little guilty about it. I have a stack of papers that's really just low-priority busy work that I've been occupying myself with. But there are more important things going on. But I'm unable to help right now apparently. And my boss seems pretty stressed out. So I feel kind of guilty. So I've spent the afternoon doing this busy work as industriously as I can, while also talking on the phone and surfing the net quite a bit.I'm home now. Didn't get home from the night job until 1 AM. After the first job, I wandered around a bit, and landed in Cafe Pick Me Up, where I sat in by the cold window and had two coffees. While I was there, the girl sitting next to me got up to go to the bathroom. She had been writing and re-writing furiously on loose leaf paper, and had a bunch of stuff all over. "Excuse me. Could you watch my stuff for a minute?" she asked. "Sure" I says. So she gets up, and I'm thinking. This isn't the first time I've been asked, or seen someone else be asked, to watch someone's belongings while they were in the bathroom. What makes me more trustworthy than all these faceless strangers that she's so afraid will steal her stuff? Or does she maybe think I'll steal her stuff, and this is sort of her way of saying "Please don't take my crap" by instilling a sense of trust in me? Anyway, when she came out of the bathroom and approached her table, I was in the middle of writing this little thought down, but I looked over and gave her stuff a cursory glance, just to let her know that, yes, I was indeed watching her stuff.
Anyway, then I went to work. Nothing makes me cringe more than the words "CBS Primetime." After "JAG" and "Judging Amy," I was in a bad, bad mood. This was not helped by my hour commute home. I arrived at the subway station at 12:04, to find my Metrocard still working four minutes past its expiration. Around 12:20, I noticed a sign that said the F train wasn't stopping at this station from 12:00 AM to 5:00AM. So I, along with a surprisingly large disgruntled mass had to go uptown to catch the downtown train. It was made even worse for the other passengers when the train that we finally got on ran express. Luckily, I am on an express stop. I felt sort of guilty. But not that guilty.
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