I got a shitload of curious emails (THANK YOU), so this post is just an update for ya’ll till I get a chance to talk more.

I fucking LOVE my new job. FUCKING. LOVE. IT. I’ve been training all week and will keep doing it through next week, observing, taking everything in, meddling here and there, and just finding the rythym this place operates on. Soon I’ll be the evening Concierge running the desk solo, which doesn’t scare me but just makes me wanna be on point. Learning the local area is gonna be my real focus the next 2 weekends during my days off, I need to know Gramercy/Flatiron back and forth. But I just love it so far, it’s an absolutely phenomenal company and it seems like everyone truly has fun doing their jobs. They have all this fun terminology that cracks me up — housekeepers are “stylists”, managers are “talent coaches”, general staff are referred to as “cast members”. When I showed up to work this afternoon, there was a HUGE Employee Appreciation party in the lounge. I’m talking mexican food w/desserts, fully loaded giftbags, group trust games (Pin the Tail on the W), lottery ticket giveaways, free DVD’s laying around (I snagged The Day After Tomorrow and There’s Something MORE About Mary), and everyone was just smiling and talking and introducing me around, so happy to have me onboard. This is how I started my day and they do this every month! just to keep morale up! They really know what they’re doing there, I feel so lucky to have weasled my way in. More on this later, I gotta go watch this new LOGO shit that launched tonight and then get to bed. I’m a working man now, you know.

Ok, just a few more thoughts to leave with you before I go:
Tom Cruise, you need to tone things down. Matt Lauer shoulda kicked your ass for that shit. Also, stop trying to kill Oprah.
Oprah, Hermes is just a fucking store. I spend a lotta dollars @ TARGET but when they shut their doors and won’t let me in afterhours, I accept it and I know it’s not b/c I’m Mexican. You need to let this go and think about how you’re gonna battle Evil Tom Cruise when he tries to take over the world.
Slavco? Call me. Fuck Jerry Hall, you can be my kept man, and I can be your hero, baby.

Last year today I found out I had cancer. This year, it was a much better day.