I am up north and in NYC and the migration of some of my possessions begins, starting with renting a truck to transport three paintings.

After a peculiar set of circumstances including being put on the phone with a convicted murderer, but that’s another story as I am wont to say, three paintings belonging to me landed temporarily in the office of the father of a friend’s ex-boyfriend. None of which would’ve mattered at all except coincidently, this office at Times Square, was the same where I had worked as the receptionist many years ago.

After high school I was propelled into the job market. In nearly a year I was on my third job. Receptionist in a pop singer’s office. I was always nervous and I smoked at my desk. I was too shy to ever look the pop singer in the eye when he showed up at the office, to play his white grand piano by the large windows. It didn’t help that anytime he called for his messages I didn’t recognize him on the phone and a tragic Monty Python skit repeatedly ensued.

Because I hadn’t any skills the boss, a gentle lady named Lenore Dove, arranged for me to attend a typing school. I was grateful to be hired at all given my lack of qualifications and I tried my best but after four months I was ready to bust. It was summertime and I had toiled a full year in all. I had severe burns from the radioactive constraints of reality. And then one weekend I was invited out to the beach and I realized I could never return.

I phoned the office and explained I had adventure in my blood and I was gone. My boss said she understood and that most people felt this way. “Your job will be waiting for you!” she assured me.

Here we were 3000 years later and I attempted to demand the return of my job. But no one from the original crew still worked there. All of them were dead. Just the pop singer and a whole new cast. The white grand piano is still in the window.

While one is moving forward one tends also to be going in circles.

The paintings are safely traveling to their new home Upstate, to the hole in the ground and I am headed to the mysterious east.

Just so happens that my friend is in the process of opening an online travel business.

www.WorldTravelerHelp.com

Don’t be a dead former office worker! Get on out there and travel! Let my friend take care of your travel needs!

Image by Amy Badass©