Tuesday, February 01, 2005

12:15 am

I arrived home two hours ago. I spent most of the night staring at my computer screen at work, not doing work, but looking for a job. After awhile, I grew tired of clicking on job links that were mainly advertisments to mislead you into believing that your dream job lay just a link away. Most jobs offered "Amazing opportunities" or "Immediate openings now!" I applied to a few hoping that perhaps somewhere, a human resource manager will weed through the thousand e-mails he/she receives and will stumble across mine.

By 8:30 I went to the parking lot and stepped into my car not to drive home but to drive anywhere but. There are those moments when you don't wish to go directly back home seeing that you spent most of your day behind your desk at work. I need to justify it by driving aimlessly at night hoping that I will stumble across something interesting.

In Jersey, there aren't many interesting places to see, particularly at night. Most people go indoors by 6pm having no place to go apart from a neighbors home or cozying up on your own couch in your own home to watch the evening news. I've been cooped up in my house for the past few weeks. It's been too cold to go just about anywhere and you hope the weather will warm up so you can at least take the dog out for an extended walk instead of ushering him out to the backyard to do his business.

Tonight though was a suprisingly warm night (40 degrees) and I wanted to see people and the only place you see people at this time of night is in urban neighborhoods like Paterson or Newark. I drove down Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. wondering what makes people inclined to stand in front of the corner grocery store in thirty degree weather. Driving by, they gave me the eye telling me with their look that I don't belong there. I eyed them back, giving them the look that that I was warm in my car.

There are several streets named after promiment African-Americans like MLK Jr. and Rosa Parks (Ave.) which is lined with little private houses and several unidentifiable factories where garbage is strewn around. Turning back onto MLK Jr. Blvd. I passed a White Castle. It has a drive thru with several cars lined up. By the pick up window, what appeared to be a homeless man stood next to it hoping that a sympathetic driver would donate one of their small burgers but unfortunately for him he didn't luck out.

Driving back home, I can't help thinking about White Castles and start singing this little song going to the tune of Frosty the Snowman:

White Castle burgers
they are so fun to eat
they feel good in my tummy
they are such a tasty treat

White Castle Burgers
they're only eaten by the finer class
if you decide to eat in McDonald's
your burgers will be laced with glass

White Castle Burgers
they have such amazing food
no other place can beat them
from suburbs to the hood

Oh, those burgers are so great
and the waiting tickets are so cool
if they pass your number its too late
boy, don't you feel like such a fool?

White castle burgers
they come in value meals
with some burgers, soda, and some fries
the price is just a steal

White castle burgers
they must be heaven sent
I observe the burger all year long
particularly when its Lent

White castle burgers, White Castle Burgers
you are so divine
White castle burgers, White Castle Burgers
get your hands off them bitch, they're mine!


I sang this several times changing the verses occasionally, seeing what sounded the most silliest in order to occupy the time driving back home. Now that I think about it, I've been sitting in front of a computer monitor for about 13 hours.

Suprisingly, this post took me an hour to write (its now 1:10 am). I'm going to bed and tomorrow I'll stare at my screen some more.

Nighty nite (or good morning).