lunch time

I walk to Boston Market everyday. 7 blocks down, 7 blocks back. Not a bad walk, keeps my legs moving considering I sit all day long. Anyway, today Im ordering and as I move down the line I notice a suction cup sound - squish pop, squish pop. Its the floors, somebody must have spilled something. So funny, everyone's sneakers, boots, flats, and oxfords making a jumble of squish pop noises. My amusement for the day, well ... not really, but still funny :)

the city is wet

kinda funny how the past entries have all been about rain. These past few months have been a rather interesting ramp up to the coming summer - cooler and humid and rainy. anyway ...

so today on the Path heading into the city, I saw water leaking from the ceiling into the train. Not dripping but leaking (like the faucet in my apartment ;) I step out to let the other riders off on the 9th st stop and head back in to grab a handlebar further into the train. I move my hand down to pat my umbrella to check if its there, it's a habit. The umbrella was hooked onto my bag but wasnt there. I do that quick motion of turning around, left, right, then make the face of 'what?!?' I tried to play it cool and started to turn around and scan the floor of the train. Nowhere, my cheap $5 umbrella was gone. :o

So when the train pulled up to the 33rd st stop I prepared myself to get drenched. This wasnt drizzle, or mist, it was pouring outside. Surprising enough it wasnt so bad. I was drenched and dripping, yes. But it's just water after all. The dry clean pants didn't handle it too well. Exciting start to my day - good thing I have a spare umbrella at work.

rainy days and Mondays . . .

okay fine, its not raining - but it is Monday
Monday in the middle of May, and its quite cold.

nothing really going on
nothing good, nothing bad
it's the grind, the day in / day out
daily grind, its the stuff we lump together in retrospect but ultimately creates the meat of the memory of the job
the sounds of the city, the smell during lunchtime, the view from the windows
a glimpse once we leave the company, but its a whole day during
its hours and weeks and months to years
sometimes

this now will be a fuzzy memory to be
but I worked it, I sat in my adjustable chair
I typed in my blog while taking a break from my day

today was quite yucky in the city
rained then not, super humid then black as night downpour

I kinda liked it though
the rain reminds me of staying in and relaxing
(though 'staying in' in this case means staying at my desk ;)
haha, could be worse
not complaining at all :)

with the economy happening and the lessening headcount, I think about past employees . . .

I always believed the saying, "see you tomorrow"
was such a nice thing

its comforting, not really to know
but to assume and expect something
a pattern, a friendly face

it's a connection of place
a connection in time
it is a guarantee of sorts
to say, Im not worried
no need to question
this night will run it's course

with the rising sunlight
brings a new day
and the expectation to say, "good morning"

I say, I hear ... "see you tomorrow"
and my heart smiles

It isn't just what you know,
and it isn't just who you know.
It's actually -

who you know,
who knows you,and
what you do for a living.

Bob Burg

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things must be good if Im not at all upset that its Sunday night and Monday is rolling in with the cold aire