This past week I had to return an offering plan for the first apt we looked at during our search.. I put a small deposit on the plan so noone could scoop the apt from us in case we decided to move forward… after seeing the neighborhood and the apt itself.. we decided to pass on it.. but I still had to bring the paperwork back to get back my deposit… so I headed to Columbus Circle after work on Tuesday… at the new job.. the floor I work on for some reason has the men’s room by the elevators and outside the main entrance to the floor.. which means I have to swipe my ID everytime I need to take a whiz… so after leaving it on my desk one too many times.. I decided to use the belt clippy zip string ID holder doo dad they gave me.. so most days when I leave.. I forget to take it off until I get home… this evening I needed to make a quick stop first… so I get to the lobby of the sales office and tell the security guy I need to go up… he asks me my name.. and I tell him… then he calls up and tell the person at the sales office I have so and so coming up.. then while still on the phone he asks me for ID.. so I reach for my pocket but realize I still have my ID clipped to my beltt.. so I give him my work ID zippy clip doo dad and all.. he then goes back on the phone and proceeds to tell the receptionist…” yeah.. I have Dootchie Bank here to see you”… I try to tell the guy… my name is not dootchie bank… I work for dootchie bank.. but am not here as a rep of dootchie bank… and my name on the ID is not the big blue letters with the logo next to it on the top of the ID.. but the little black letters under the picture of me… I guess you don’t need to be a member of Mensa to work a security desk…
the wife has been in Lisbon the past few days… I have been spending my weekend watching documentaries on sneakers and reading books on the history of sneakers (I am odd) and watching my beloved Yankees go into a tailspin that I am not sure is recoverable…another pitcher hurt?… broken leg, broken finger.. Clemens is going to come in and prob get hurt too… he is going to be paid more than a million bucks a week….if I ever have a son…. I am going to have him start pitching at age 3.. but a strange side effect from this weekend.. my hatred of the Mets is lessening… I grew up hating them because of Gooden, Strawberry and Henrandez… cokeheads… of course two of them later became Yankees… but watching them this weekend.. I saw great baseball… they have a lot of good young players who use what they have, speed, small ball… and good baserunning….and of course Wille will always be a Yankee and I want him to be successful wherever he goes… so I will go on record.. if the Mets go to the series and are not playing the Yankees.. I will root for the Mets
…my plan was to not leave the apt from Fri night until Sunday afternoon.. but last night the newborn nephew was running a fever and needed to go to the hospital so I headed down to the bro in law’s apt to make sure someone kept the niece company while the parents were at the hospital… the wife comes in this afternoon and we go back to the apt to take another look, basically to kick the tires… since we are signing the contract tomorrow I think I would like to see the apt for more than five minutes before I plunk down a nice little chunk of change…
suprise suprise.. there are no new sneaker this week… mostly because we need to save every penny now to get ready for closing and the myriad of costs that we’ll need to pay for no reason… but I did finally buy a Nintendo Wii… and they only come in bundles.. so I had to buy extra controllers and games… but it still costs less than the PS3… it hould be arriving tomorrow…carpel tunnell here I come….
