9:24 p.m.

Monday, Jun. 05, 2006

I'm working...man

Two days in on the job. Two days of a full eight, working toward the end forty. I graduated, spent two days in celebration with plenty of libations, cleaned and packed up the remainder of my S.F. studio to move on home. Spend a day in lazy organization to make a large mess smaller followed by a day of video trainings before I end the week with a full day of work. So, you can see what I've been doing.

I'm surprised at my ability to wake up at five am so easily, with a little reluctance, but having enough time to shower and a brief toss back of caffeine with a taste of cereal to get me to lunch. I drive about 15 or 20 minutes to arrive at a quiet residence. Some may be awake, those that are not are mine to wake, and I greet each with a smile, a happy "good morning;" words not normally heard from my lips on the break of a new day. Not so audibly. Not with such cheer. Not normally.

I'm trying to learn them and they are trying to learn me. I know what face I am putting on, a mix of my quiet observation, slow gain of comfort, and careful release of personal information. My personality most likely emulates my dress, being plain and orderly. As ususal, new people get to see my contemplative side, screwed up face to the new situations as I try to put it all together and smoothly react, all at once. So far, about as smooth as gravel I'd say. Yet, they take interest in me, as I am to watch and instruct, and I take interest in them because I have something to learn atop the duties I try to normalize with finesse.

Like the cab driver said to me after my psych. graduation: "Welcome to the real world."

Other than starting work, a current prospect of daily reflection, I had a nice Saturday of music festival split by making a surprising appearance to the wedding reception of my best friend in grade school. A gentlemen I haven't seen nor spoken to in easily ten plus years, but who's family still sends holiday greeting, updates, and wedding announcement. His parent's and him commented, with much surprise, that my appearance was not at all expected. Essentially, I had become a fuller manifestation in memory. As usual, for me at least, I surprise others and appear.

We appeared to have a similar, if not same, nervous interaction as we greeted and played a quick game of catch-up, dusting a fine coat of our present selves over the selves that we parted as many years previous. Sifting through the facts of our current position in explination of why we are suddenly taller. Although, he grew more of a height than I, and how we matched up before I do not remember. I'm sorry to his wife for using their day as a personal reunion, my social graces making no appearance as usual, not making inquiry toward her person past introductory handshake. I clumsily asked his number before I departed, figuring this to be a good time to re-open communication to a friend who was close in my early years and whom I'd wonder about from time to time since we last spoke. Now I have to remember to call sometime.

That was my last four days, each it's own in an artful way. Except Sunday when I bought some plain tee-shirts to wear to work.

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