Thanksgiving
It’s Thanksgiving and I’m home. Shops and groceries are open until about 3PM today in the city. I’ll be one of the few people to hit the streets at 2PM to go to work. I have no seniority so I don’t matter and have to work Thanksgiving, the day after Thanksgiving, and Christmas Eve.
My apartment resembles something like a dump heap and has the curious scent of generic food. I haven’t had a chance to clean since I’ve only had a single day off in nearly three weeks. I haven’t been to the gym in a month. So what am I thankful for? Why do I keep getting up every morning in this awful stretch of interminable work?
1. Starbucks. I usually avoid chain stores but they’re always open, always take credit cards and are right on my way to work. I plan on buying a grande white chocolate mocha this afternoon on my way in.
2. Virgin Radio UK. It warms up 5AM with the friendly voice of the host 5 timezones away. And they always play great music. I finally heard the new U2 song thanks to them.
3. New York Times. Its knowledgeable, comprehensive articles have dimmed the pain of the suddenly cold mornings with something of interest as a distraction. It’s also less overwhelming than the BBC.
4. My shoes. I’ve been too footsore to wear most of them but they remind me of times when I’m not on my feet on linoleum for hours and hours The cutest are by far the patent red leather platform wedges.
5. The Italian photographs. Pictures of sun and loud help warm up days of steely clouds and fluorescent lights.
One thing I’m not thankful for is the limits set on international publishing of music. Why can’t just buy an album if I want it? Why does “British-only” exist? I want the Feeling’s Twelve Stops and Home but it’s not in the US iTunes and Amazon only has it as an import. That stinks.
Posted on November 23rd, 2006 under Life • 
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