Is this the day from Hell? No, not likely. It is hot enough though. 90 degrees they said on the elevator screen. And you know elevator screens don’t lie. I am filling in Kimberly’s spot today as she is currently out of the office.

It was one of those days where just about every move I made was the wrong move. Everything I said needed to be explained. Online things that worked yesterday were useless today and the people that are supposed to help were most unhelpful. But they had an attitude and that was annoying.

Supervisors and managers all proved themselves impotent today and they were quite haughty as usual themselves. People ask for items that I know nothing about so I send them to the person that does know what it is, Yancy, who brings that person back to me saying the item is right there.

And right there it was, merely five feet away from me. But I did not know anything about it, it was none of my business. No one said ‘if so & so is looking for such & such it will be right there, five feet away from you,’ but they didn’t and I went on chasing my tail and making myself quite dizzy.

Today is the day to submit timesheets and despite being an errant capitalist, I needed to submit mine in order to get paid. BUt I could not. The history of my account does not travel from one desk to another. No, things have to be built up from scratch and even that did not work well at all.

Bill is on the road again, I hope he is doing alright. When we last spoke he couldn’t speak. And before that I was the one who could not speak. Mike has proved to be quite elusive. No phone call. I tried calling him at 10:05 but there was no answer. And so no word from Mike who thinks he is cmoning over tonight but with no words spoken, who can say?

It’s maddening and frustrating and will all fade away once I get home. Of course, anything could happen between then and now. I would be content if he did not come over tonight, ideally if Mike was the one who said he could not. But that does not seem to be the case.

It is too bloody hot outside. Young men and some older men have been coming to work in shorts which is allowed. I don’t have the nerve for such attire. I have the legs for it but I am not in my 20s anymore.

I have not eaten lunch, but plan on getting a pizza from across the street from my apartment. If Mike comes over, he should have to figure out what he is going to have to eat. I can give him a few bucks and send him to the nearby supermarket to get himself some vittles.

Mike just called. He has money and does not need a handout. I bought a personal pizza and saved half for Mike.

Working at the major fruit stand so I am dictating these notes for entry this evening. Yancy has been a difficult one to deal with today. According to Janis he’s been bitchy to a lot of people lately.

This area is upright. Streets are filthy. It’s definitely a transient part of town. Once again I am reminded that just because one has an engineering degree, it doesn’t mean they’re intelligent. In fact they seem to be mutually exclusive.

Bill is on the road again. Not scheduled to return until Monday. Mike is coming over tomorrow night so that should work.

I am listening to Ian Dury and The Blockheads Do It Yourself. A definite desert island disc for me. Never fails to lift my spirits and it does not sink my boats. That was a reference to a song on Do It Yourself.

So, the major fruit stand. I am a mere fruit fly here. I just want to do my job, keep my head down

It is a totally different animal, this fruit stand is. Some have a sense of entitlement, a snobbish air for some. I’m a contracted fruit stand worker. In fact, in six days it will be a year since I started working at the fruit stand.

A lot has happened. I am still nervous a lot of the time. Even when I do a task I have done a dozen times I am still waylaid by my crippling self doubt. This week I am trying to use that nervous energy to my advantage. At least that is what I tell myself.

At the main fruit stand I have access to a vast library of music. I was playing Ian Dury and The Blockheads, Do It Yourself which may have been difficult for some fruit stand workers. I switched it to Brian Eno, Music for Airports which is easily ignored.

Now, Janis is at lunch and I am playing New Order, Power, Corruption and Lies. That was my introduction to New Order, not counting a mix tape that Dave Bell made 45 years ago.

Two imported fruit stand workers have been wandering around in a circle, a square circle for the past half an hour or so. They walked by my desk and I had to ask them what was going on. Are you doing a walk and talk? Is this a glitch in The Matrix? It turns out their imports and where they are imported from that’s more circular for them to get their steps in and exercise and still talk about work.

I am dictating notes into the phone, eating a banana, and in 45 minutes I will be picking up a lunch, a salad.

If I had a superpower I think it might be making certain people feel better about meeting me. I laugh at that cuz it’s quite egocentric on my part and I’m always wrestling with my ego.

One of these days I will have to tell the story about me being at the Paradise Garage and seeing New Order.