Sunday 10-10-10

Just got back from a better day at work than I had yesterday. More money, less busy and no (major) screw ups.
The house is kind of a mess, but I am not about to clean it right now.

So this is how I see it.
Jean-Pierre is sitting at a single table outside a small coffee house in central Paris. He has a scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. October is chilly and the thin anorak style jacket he is wearing does a terrible job of keeping him warm. The café au lait in front of him is turning cold fast. A to-go cup with a lid would keep the hot beverage hot, but Jean-Pierre would rather drink cold coffee (he would rather be caught dead) than with one of those horribly ugly American style styrofoam or paper cups that scream out “I am too busy and too stupid to enjoy my coffee.”

After six cigarettes, he is still as clueless as when he sat down. Coffee and cigarettes on a busy street normally clears his head, but not today. His skinny lap top computer clashes with the antique style of the coffee mug and exterior design of the café.
He’s checking facebook, reading random blogs about random places he will probably never visit. He’s debating whether to make an omelette or something more substantial for dinner when he gets home. He’s starting to really annoy the waitress who wants to clean her section and end her shift. Her name is Claudette. She is positive he has no idea who she is even thought he comes in for coffee several times a week.

Jean-Pierre looks busy, tapping the keys of his sleek computer with focused frenzy. He has learned about an ex-gang member in Sweden who has a prize on his head after the police refused to put him in a witness protection program. He has read about NHL-football players accused of cheating on drug tests. Film reviews and weather forecasts and fashion updates have made their way into his conscience.
But he has come non the closer to making a decision about his future. That was his plan for the afternoon, but it did not work.

He leaves the café and his half empty cup without paying. He knows Claudette will be angry but let him pay for it next time he comes in without making a fuss. He does know her name.

Decisions are like that sometimes, impossible to force out of their hiding. They’ll come out in time, when they’re good and ready, but no sooner.

Personally, I have decided to not even go to the interview at the Brewery. I would feel dishonest and probably not take the job even if I got it.