Passed out

Tonight i neglected my BloPo obligations. I'm crossing my fingers, hoping that when i post this, it reads Thursday 11/6 even though at the moment it's 3am on Friday morning. So, I guess, a little explanation is in order. I opened the coffee shop today. That means that after last nights blog, yankee game which ended at 12:30am, and compulsively researching cell phone plans, Manhattan neighborhoods, and horse breeds (there are over 300 breeds of horses) I woke up at 5:30am.

So Today I was completely exhausted. The worst part of working a coffee shop job is that it requires these huge feats of patience and understanding. Today that was impossible. Because of the relationship between you and the customer, exhaustion and frustration are almost completely unacceptable. Even looking someone in the eye and telling them to have a nice day becomes difficult. Doing that 200 times, sounds insurmountable. So instead, I was quiet today. I did my best to be kind and friendly, but also stayed reserved. It felt really good. I served everyone the best i could and was quiet.

After work, i met my Aaron for lunch at this Polish diner on 2ave and 10th st called Veselka. It's incredible. Aaron had the meatballs and i had beef stroganoff. Both were good. We discussed job dissatisfaction and our personal lives. He worries that his job keeps him from his art and I worry that I've been too engaged in the success of something that ultimately shows me no ends. So that was upsetting. mostly I worry that he's going to take off soon. The idea of doing this job without a co-manager is terrifying. uff.

When i got home, I got a half dozen 'donuts' from a 24hr diner near Carolann's stop, ate one on the road back to my house, sent some emails, read a sex book that Carolann gave me from her job and Penguin, and passed out, fully clothed, watching Ghost Busters. GB is probably one of the best movies ever made. Or, at least, is a great movie that features one of the best cinematice decisions ever made. Everyone in GB smokes and drinks cans of budweiser on the job. It's beautiful. It always makes me laugh. One scene that comes to mind and has been the topic of endless discussion between me and the C-note, finds Sigourney Weaver entering Ghost Buster's HQ for the first time. As she approaches the camera and the shot begins to pull out, we find Dan Aykroyd working up to his waste under the hood of the GB car, smoke wafting out around him. Drawn by the sound of Weaver's heals on the cement of the GB garage, Aykroyd pops his head out from inside the hood, at which point we discover that he's smoking a cigarette. At this point, we can infer, perhaps correctly or not, that the smoke from the engine block was actually smoke from Aykroyd's cigarette. Obviously, this shit is ridiculously funny to me. Though i'm not sure on what level these guys were operating when they wrote this movie, I can only hope that my inferences in terms of their intention match up. I love the idea of Harold Ramis and Dan Aykroyd laughing at the idea of Ray Stanz smoking cigarettes and working under the hood of a car. Obviously, I may never know the true intentions of these guys. Maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's better to believe that this film is operating the way i want it to, and that these scenes, which i feel have these subtle and persistent qualities are not just a lucky accidents. I need more sleep before i go into this. I can't remember how i got here.