Today was a good day

So there's lots to catch up on. Quitting my job. Cutting most of my hair off. Packing. Moving. Settling in. Etc... But I don't have the stamina for a long, drawn out entry. (Nor do you, I presume.) So I'll skip to today, for now. We'll play catch-up in bits and pieces soon, I promise.

Pegg and I had been spending the last few days at her parents' house out in the 'burbs. Pegg is commuting to that area for work, and the DNC highway closings would have made her commute a nightmare. So she decided to stay out there for the week, and asked me to join her. She wanted the company, and thought I'd be better off away from the mayhem that was DNC '04.

Given that the convention ended last night, today was a good day to come back into Boston. Pegg dropped me off at the train station on her way to work, and I caught the 8:15am train back to the city. (New York will always be "The City" to me, so Boston will have to be referred to as "the city". Note the case.)

The area of town we live in is called Back Bay. Those of you familiar with Boston might know the area. You might also know that there is a train station called Back Bay Station. I decided that this must be closer to home than South Station, the main train station in the city, so I got off when the conductor announced "Back Bay". This put me right in the Copley area. OK. Not exactly our doorstep, but not bad either. In about 15 minutes I was home. Nice new discovery. Back Bay station is somewhat convenient.

Got home, hopped in the shower, and got to work. I finally got around to finishing a draft of my resume while we were at Pegg's parents' house. Pegg had some suggestions for me, so I revised the draft with her changes. So far so good. Then I sent it out to a couple of friends to review. The more the merrier. And I need a job. Soon.

Speaking of jobs, I did send the first draft of my resume out the other day to a few places. I got a couple of nibbles from some recruiters. I am actually going to meet with one on Tuesday, just so she can get to know me, and get a sense of my skills. My mad mad skills. Ha. So I decided that I should be ever so fresh and clean for this meeting on Tuesday. She told me business casual. I realized that I've been wearing the same old raggedy polo shirts for a couple of years now. I never really cared so much at my last job. My co-workers were all middle-aged techies. My worst polo shirt, with holes in it, still vaulted me way ahead of this bunch. I always wondered if their wives were awake yet when they left in the morning....

Off to Downtown Crossing I went. Now I can appreciate a nice shirt like the next guy. I am still a guy, though, and I cannot appreciate paying $100 for a shirt with a horse or alligator on it, however trendy I might want to be. So it was off to Filene's Basement for me. I used to love Filene's Basement. They had one near me on Long Island growing up, and I could always find good stuff there that I could afford. Today's trip, to the real, original, honest-to-goodness Filene's Basement was like being reunited with a high school crush. It was an orgy. I went nuts.

I think this happens to me once every year and a half or so. I get to a big store, with a wide selection, and I realize "hey asshole, if you are patient, and do a little looking, you can get all your shopping for months done here, in this one store, in about an hour or so." I just grab whatever looks good, or cool, try it on, and if it even remotely fits, I buy it. Then I come home with a ton of shit, and take a day or two to decide if I need to return anything.

Today's 1 hour total: $375

Not bad.

Got home with all my crap, plus some baskets Pegg had wanted from a department store, and decided to do what every house-husband does after a hard day's shopping. Go to the pool. :-) Grabbed my book (Life of Pi), a towel, sunglasses, keys, and cell phone, and went to the pool. And here I am bitching about wanting to find a job. I'm such an asshole.

Now I'm waiting for Pegg to get home from work. We're going to hit the gym, and then go out somewhere new for dinner. There's still a lot of the city we have yet to explore.