May 11, 2008

I've been watching WKRP in Cinncinnati on Hulu and thinking about how much Johnny (DOCTOR Johnny Fever, babies!) reminds me of my first boss, Bill. Wait. Bill was not actually my first boss; I am confused here in this the latter half of my thirties. Damn all that cocaine I snorted in junior-high. I worked in the county library system for a summer at one branch before transferring to the main branch the next summer and working for Bill.

Anyway, Bill was not a burned out dee-jay in tinted aviators; he was a librarian. I remember my interview with him was more like hanging out talking to a friend about books and movies and bands we liked. He hired me even though at the time I was in a hardcore classic rock phase and had not yet figured out why Lynyrd Skynyrd deserved the plane crash. Howard Hesseman reminds me a little of him physically a bit about the eyes, but more kinesthetically: the way he would go from a very laid-back, deadpan demeanor to lighting up with some enthusiasm and getting really animated. Bill was a good friend; I miss him.

And yes, my first job was in a library and my second job was in a university dining hall and my third was as a stripper. I've made a lot of zig-zags in my checkered careeer; at this point I think my next move should be as a short stop for the Braves, or maybe a toll collector.

The other thing going on with me today is Crash. This afternoon, I told him I loved him, and he said he loved me too. Then he said "Happy Movver's Day! Can I give you a kiss?"

I gave him a kiss, and he asked if he could give me some flowers, which he did. I have a clump of pansies pulled roots and all from our yard. I couldn't be more content.