Back at my favorite fruit stand. It’s a Friday in April, the 17th, they say and I have no choice but to agree with them. Bill is on the road, south of the Mason Dixon line. He got to his destination while I slept. I left Mike on the couch where it was cooler.

I was asleep by 10:45 or so and I slept well. I was expecting Mike to join me in the bed but he opted for the couch which is more than fine with me and it is enabling me to have a very good night sleep one wake up at 2:00 for water and then I wake up at 6:05 knowing I had 15 minutes does my eyes for one minute and next thing you know it was time to get out of bed.

I am currently dictating this into my phone and also writing a letter to Chaz and Kathe in Texas. I think this might be a thing correspondence I write things and send them and Chaz catch things out of the newspapers and send them to me I suppose Kathy might walk to and from the mailbox hopefully they’re entertained by what I send.

It is a very quiet day here today. It’s a Friday so a lot of people might be working from home. The PATH train was not crowded this morning though that does not mean it will be the same for the return trip. More often than not, it gets a little bit crowded and I have had the odea of standing for the return trip.

I have an online meeting from 12:00 PM to 12:45 PM and then a lesson of sorts from 1:00 PM to 2:45 PM. I asked if it could be moved but since this was attended by a few other people or employees or students my request fell on deaf ears and blind eyes.

It’s been so quiet that I took Yancy’s ‘advice’ and took a break. A stroll to New Amsterdam, a dispensary near the fruit stand that Jimmy Chile recommended. It was a few blocks away and took some time to get there and even more time to get back. I did not partake though some other fruit stand workers have admitted to me that there is no way they can get through the day without enjoying some trees.

I tried that once, maybe 20 years ago at Putnam Lovell NBF or Wanker Banker if you will. I used to wake and bake frequently and that one morning 20 years I thought I would see if it was still manageable or worthwhile.

It was neither. Everything was slower than usual, paranoia was on the rise, and I had to keep telling people I had allergies.

But writing that instance reminded me of Trader Joe’s or Jaded Toes if you will, and one shift I had decided to smoke a bit of greenery and a customer noticed and complained to management, and left me with one of two strikes. I did not hang about for the third strike and left with the two I had accumulated.

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.