It was first day of my new job today. This place is actually pretty cool. All of the people I work with are pretty cool. The managers are really cool. The hours are cool. The pay is cool. In Summary: I am happy.

Today went fairly well, except when I drop a soufflé cup and gashed the palm of my right hand. That was awesome. I drop it about three inches and it shattered. Right when I dropped it, I reached for it and that was about the time it shattered. So I grabbed for it as it shattered and ended up sending my hand straight into a ceramic shard. Awesome. So I felt like a complete dunce on my first day of work.

And as if this being my first day of work and the day I slaughtered my hand wasn’t enough to write about, on my way home something fairly interesting happened as well. Normally when I catch the train I walk all the way to the far end of the platform to wait for it to arrive. Well, this evening, the train was already at the station so I had to rush to catch it. So to make up for the fact that I hadn’t caught the train at the far end of the platform I started walking between cars heading to the front of the train. The train was moving while I was doing this.

This is not such a freaky thing. The train was moving and I was stepping out of the car to get to the car in front of me. I did this once and then headed to the front of the car to transfer to the next car. Through the window I could see a man just standing there between the cars. I open the door and there is this homeless man with his pelvis thrust out pissing off the train while it is in motion. The things you see in New York.