magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i felt a little better today. although getting up was tough.

found out at work that i'm supposed to not only be invoicing my hours, but itemizing them per client. which no one ever told me. which also means that when they can bill a client for my time, they're probably making 90% of the profit off of my work. one more little thing to be bothered about.

people are going out after work. no one's really mentioned it to me, i've heard them talking about it. i'm not sure if i'm exactly invited. i feel a little left out, and am not the type to be pushy about inviting m...

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the typing of that sentence was interrupted by geoff asking, 'bean, you ready?'

it turns out that what people were going out for was the farewell party for a designer who is relocating to los angeles. there had been company-wide email memos about it, so everyone just assumed that everyone else knew. i don't have a company email address, so i didn't. but i don't think it was intentional on anyone's part to leave me out.

a smaller group, mostly the 'kids' i've gone out with a few times, were getting burritos before the party. there is a chain in the city called burritoville, owned by the same people who own veg-city, that while not specifically vegetarian is vegetarian and vegan friendly, and is somewhere i had been meaning to try. still not as good as my own burritos, but not bad.

the party was at an over-priced midtown bar. even during happy hour my whiskey sour (granted, top shelf) cost almost twice what it should have. i felt a little out of place until half way through my second drink (dry ketel one martini, up, with olives). i met some new people. conversed. drank another martini. at which point leah from the other night arrived. we talked over a cigarette. went back inside. i ordered a beer. she was saying hello to the few stragglers (i guess it was getting late for a weeknight, but was still shy of midnight, i think). i sat down at the bar and started talking with a girl from the jack morton side named ellen.

i was among the last group of pdg/jack morton people to leave the bar. leah left with her sister (kate) and her sister's girlfriend (also kate). chris.s got into a cab. i ducked into a deli to see if they sold cigarettes. they didn't. i caught up to ellen, another girl from jack morton, and bryan.h from pdg at the next corner.

ellen took my arm. we walked and talked. the four of us stopped at a late night place and got food. and another round of beers. it was fun. more like the life i was getting used to with stef.

but afterwards, after two in the morning, drunk, at the 6th ave subway station, i see fliers with the information that the L is not running between brooklyn and manhattan late nights for the next two weeks. so the F to the M and the 20 minute walk in the cold, and into bed at close to 330.