Oh boy, my first day on the new job. It is SO nice to discover the office is only a lovely 9 minute walk from my apartment door, thus proving the sweet Lord Jesus Christ does love me in Dupont. Fags and all. I pass two Starbucks and two Cosis.
I have a nice office with a view of where JFK’s memorial service was held. My coworkers seem to be jovial and pleasant. And, I have recovered that “I wanna work my ass off” spark that was lost in the sea of idiots that was my last place of employment. But this new job looks like a lot of 12 hour days with no lunch break—just how I like it, long and dirty.
This evening is particularly refreshing as I am at that “new game” point. I have a new job, clean (for me) apartment, went for the secret Safeway for pack-my-lunch-goodies, haven’t bought anything non-vice related at a store in maybe 6 months or more. Mmmm, apples. However, I was reminded of how I do like Secret Safeway. With a third of the selection, it’s hardly worth the time saved by not hopping over to Soviet Safeway. At lease there I know they will be out of a lot of stuff. At secret, they’re not out, they just don’t have it. You want the good chili in a can or Skinny Cow mint ice cream sandwiches…forget about it! Well, this is getting more interesting by the second, I blame this uninspired post on my sobriety. Trying to give my liver a rest after hanging out with the face of imminent mortality that is my Grandma.