Do any of you remember “Doogie Howser MD” and his “computer journal”? I believe that was the first variation of blogging.
So…what do I think about when I’m at work? I’ll tell you. My random stream of thoughts, would most likely surprise people considering my interesting surroundings at my workplace.
Tonight I considered for like a MINUTE about being a cop. My short lived dream was quickly shattered when I spoke with one of my managers who used to be with NYPD and he told me I probably wouldn’t like it. I discussed this with a few drunk customers as well. I want to be a cop that writes tickets for small things like smoking in the subway, or hopping over a turnstile. Then again, I wouldn’t want people to hate me…I’d want to be the cool cop that would be like, “Hey, don’t do that again…I didn’t see that.”
I told them that I wouldn’t want to carry a gun, and that I would avoid taking certain “calls”, but alas you can’t really pick and choose.
“Well that’s not a real cop..that’s like a mall cop…a rent-a-cop, like a security guard.”
Suddenly the job lost it’s appeal. I suggested carrying a fake gun, but I highly doubt NYPD would make any exceptions. I think I’m more suited to be the type of cop that performs at a bachelor party.
My manager suggested I work for the CIA or FBI. Again…I’ll just stick to the bachelor party version of those. You have to take a really long test that I probably wouldn’t have the attention span for anyways.
See the pic above…it’s me and Shauna Sands Lamas, Lorenzo’s ex-wife. She came into the club a few weeks ago to promote her Vivid DVD release. She seemed nice and for a moment some people took pics of the two of us. I feel a bit out of place next to this tan, skinny, blonde woman. I’m not in my usual uniform, so I look pretty blase. Time to get a spray tan!
I’m excited. I think I started a “book club” with one of the baristas at Starbucks. We aren’t reading the same book at the same time, but exchanging ones that we’ve already read. He handed me a really lovely worn copy of “Kavalier and Clay” and told me it was mine to keep which I thought was so sweet of him.
It’s nice meeting people who read real books. I once attempted to start a book club with Ipod Guy, and gave him a copy of Steve Martin’s “Shopgirl” because it’s barely 150 pages and he said, “Sorry it’s too long.” and complained when I asked him to read the first 20 pages so we could discuss them the next week. I mean really???
How many people do you need to start a club though? Is two enough? I’m saying that it is.
I spend entirely way too much money on Starbucks, but I mainly go for the people who work there. I like them. It’s a nice and different form of human interaction for me.
I’m still cranky, maybe cranky isn’t the word…but what does it matter really. I was supposed to be going to Dubai today…A friend of my suggested I go to the Time Warner Center and walk around for a few hours, take some pics, post them, etc…
“That’s what Dubai looks like,” they said. “Really fancy like a big mall, but everywhere, just don’t look out at Columbus Circle and I swear you’ll think you’re in another country.” This person has never been to Dubai, but I suppose they assume it would look like the Time Warner Center. I guess it’s kind of like going to Epcot and pretending like you’re in another country…but on a much smaller and cheaper scale.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever go to another country. Like other than Mexico and Canada. Sometimes I wonder about a lot of things that I may never experience or miss out on. For now I’ll just go to f’ing Whole Foods in the Time Warner Center tomorrow.