Working

There's four more days till the first draft of our Hendersonville presentation is due. That's why we're in such a rush. That's why I worked all Sunday, and worked for a straight twelve hours yesterday (but overtime is glorious!). Pretty soon I'll have enough hours racked up that I can take another day or two off, and perhaps visit my Ben. I wonder if I should bother telling mom this time, since she forgot last time, despite my reminding her three times.
Today on the way to get lunch, I was standing at a stop light and saw the funniest/strangest thing. A lanky teenanger-looking fellow in black jeans, sort of torn, baggy but not too baggy in an annoying way, big floppy hair and a trashy black t-shirt sporting Van Halen or something on it. Sure not too strange, in the way on New York. What was really bizarre was that he was very enthusiastically playing air-guitar. He had his walkman, yes walkman, not discman, and those dinky little iPod earphones that let me hear the cacophony he was listening to, and there was the air guitar, complete with zealous riffs and unrestrained head banging. I wonder if he noticed how I ogled him as we crossed the street, but most likely he didn't, since he head-banged his way across.
On another note, I realized today that the odd voice I hear every morning isn't some guy yelling, "What's up, Freddy!" It's a short, old hispanic man yelling, "What's up, pretty!" at me. I should probably take a different route to the office from now on...