Back To Work and an Old Friend Comes To Town
I went back to work today. My whole winter vacation consisted of sitting with Amanda while she had a drink. I finished my essay last night and handed it in by five, and was at DDB for work by nine this morning. Vacation is for the weak.
I woke up at 5:30, so excited I could hardly stand it. I actually was dreaming about going to work. My officemates, those that I could remember, all figured prominently, and well. It was a happy dream, and when I woke up, I was sad to see how much time I had before I actually had to go to work. I showered, cleaned my apartment, and read a book, all generally killing two and a half hours, so I could get to work by nine. Damn, I was excited.
I took the 6 to work, but got stuck at Grand Central (one stop short) I was starting to get pissed that this train was keeping me from my final destination, a block from my beloved job, when I looked in the other car and saw a man, sprawled on the floor, with police and transit officials around him. All I could think after that was what a dick I was for wanting the train to move when there was someone sprawled on the floor. Namu amida butsu. And then I was suddenly pleased that the train had stopped, all several hundred of us immobilized for the good of the one. Something vaguely pleasing to think that even in Manhattan, a hurt person is more important than petty materialism. I pondered that for a whole five seconds before making a mad dash for the stairs.
Walked the rest of the way to work with the spring in my step that only excitment brings. I was bursting with joy. Back to the clock! Back to a job I like with people that make me happy.
Got to work, and they'd even pulled out my old computer from storage for me. Sat down and started up like I'd never left. They gave me (and my officemate) a corner office, with a view of Madison Ave. We're not sure if we get to keep it or not, but for right now, it sure is nice. Happiness in wage slavery, I guess.
I'm genuinely happy to be back at work. No more law school for a few weeks, just work work work. I love that.
The day itself was quiet. I'm working on a site, building the whole thing from PSDs. This is exciting, I've never had to do that before. Always was the guy that tightened someone elses code, never had to write it all myself from scratch. I'm excited for the challenge.
After work, I left in the rain, but nothing could dampen my spirits. A damn fine 9 hours at work, with pleasant people, and an interesting new corner office-mate. I'll be happy to go back tommorow.
My spirits were also up because I was on my way to drinks with GP. GP lives in LA. Something about two letters, maybe. GP from LA visiting NY. Yeah.
GP's a friend from Vassar, as were most of the people at tonights gathering. There was GP, Josiah, Christine, her boyfriend, his roommate, Ethan, Devin Beringer, and Sarah Parvis. Not my usual crowd, but fun! We went to Tribe, yet another small, East Village, quiet-ish, pleasantly glossy and hip-type bars where the drinks are slgihtly overpriced, and people are often too intimidated by the façade to come in. The patrons were uniformly attractive, and the company was pleasant. Low pressure, unlike Spy or Merc. Just pleasant people out for a drink.
GP and I hardly got a chance to chat, there were too many people that wanted his time. Devin and I spoke at length about all manner of things, Josiah had a bright idea that I can't divulge, and Christine and her boyfriend were awfully cute.
GP tried dancing on the non-dance floor. He's not that big, so he pulled it off with style and grace. And didn't bump the turntable, like some other random guy did later when he was trying, in a rather stoned fashion, to get the DJs attention by tapping him on the shoulder reaching over a turntable. Some people have grace, and some people get stoned. And some people, like me, just sit and watch for awhile, because everything that is happening is interesting.
I haven't sat and spoken with Josiah since we graduated from Vassar, really. He's a funny bastard, still.
I had a really nice time. A pleasant time. Not in that insipid "oh she's a nice girl I could never date her" way, but in the damn, pleasant company and good drink, what a nice cap to a good day sort of way.
I even got a picture of all of them, which I'll post here when I get the roll developed.
I end today as I started it, unquenchably happy.
Tommorow: More work and drinks with Nobi.
In other news:
How much more news could I cram into a day? I don't want to jinx it, but damn, I'm just feeling good.
What makes you optimistic?
Posted by Swerdloff at January 04, 2000 04:30 PM
