Wednesday, July 16th, somehow lunchtime, 1:14 p.m., sitting in my spot or near my place, which has been occupied by yogurt with some sort of salad and oven-roasted turkey breast in the shade, but still in the heat.
Work has been very slow today, and I am still juggling my responsibilities for a b c d as well as the company that they placed me at. Marcus spoke up in my defense or on my behalf with regards to the hoops that ABCD are making me jump through while working for that fruity company.
Meanwhile I’m getting anxious on Mike’s behalf he has to get a job and he has to get it soon and right now it’s slipping into any job will do of course I can’t say that he has to make that decision but nothing’s happening despite sending out a bunch of applications no one’s responding which is distressing for me and I don’t know if it’s just stressing for him because he doesn’t seem like it but I’m sure he will at some point.
I wandered around Union Square in the sun. I should have worn a hat. Now I sit in the warm shade smoking a mini cigar, but he had people walk dogs, professional dog walkers, This might be something Mike could do.
I toyed with the idea of phoning Mike’s previous job on his behalf, unbeknownst to him, and seeing if they would take him back. Would that be underhanded even though it’s in his best interest, and even though they more than likely would say no, thank you?
It has been a long slow week during a long hot summer.
Bill is going to be in a play next month, and now he is in rehearsals for the play, so he won’t be home when I get home. I have to stop at the dispensary to pick up my order, which is necessary for a good night sleep.
The dB’s song ‘Ask for Jill’ has been playing in my head the past couple of days, thank goodness I do like the song, I do find the lyrics highly entertaining.
I’m going to look up professional dog walking jobs for Mike. I believe these are the doldrums. Not depressive doldrums, just boredom.
The gentleman who waters the sidewalks as well as whatever greenery might be around, just removed the food that I mentioned earlier.
Not much else to report at this moment, it’s just fucking hot. I laugh as I write that I laugh at how my phone accepts the word fucking. Almost halfway through this mini cigar, and once the mini cigar is done, more than likely go back inside where it’s air conditioned.
I just had a memory of working in the warehouse for HBJ in Saddle Brook, New Jersey, but how much of a simpler time it was. After I graduated from high school, I went full time. I can’t say I was a good worker, and I probably should have been let go a few times but because of the graciousness of my mother and how she was regarded, they looked the other way no matter how many times I fucked up.
But it was a simpler time. My world was a lot smaller then. Lodi and Saddle Brook were basically the areas that I knew best. In at 8:00 a.m., out at 4:15 unless I was working overtime, so 6:00 p.m. or 7:15. I didn’t have much to think of since I was living with my parents, and like I said, life was simpler. Thinking of Debbie Pless, sister of Gary Pless. I really should write about those HBJ days. Those formative years…