It’s Wednesday. Yesterday was a bit much. Things went sideways and the repercussions are still being felt. The people around my little fruit stand were appreciative, those in the belly of the fruit stand show little or no interest in my situation. I could be wrong.

In any event, I am in the belly. I got up early and left for work early and arrived at the belly early. Things happened after I left for the day and I am busy trying to figure it all out. Yancy is trying to take the reins, justification for whatever hat he is wearing today. I did some work yesterday though I was not asked to. It seemed to me that fruit stand passes would need to be distributed and each card would need to be entered.

I recorded each number as well as distinguishing marks on various badges. Then after all that a higher up requested the cards and I had no choice but to hand them over. Such is my lot in life. Being in the belly of the fruit stand Iam subject to the whims of many.

I have made a plan regarding sheepish Bill and his cabaret performance tomorrow. I thought about taking a full day but decided to take a half day, though a half day would be four hours, I am taking three hours. I sent Yancy and my counselor an email and was told by my counselor not to include Yancy in my email even though Yancy would be greatly affected by my absence and I felt he should know.

Everything at the fruit stand seems to be on a need to know basis and they don’t seem to want anyone to know anything. It’s their house, it’s their cards. The house always wins.

I voted yesterday. It went well. My candidates in column B won. That rarely happens. Iam glad they won but they have a lot to do, a lot of a mess to clean up. Bill was into watching as much of the results as they came in, before he headed to bed. I was going to stream the Diplomat or the West Wing, or maybe the SCTV documentary but I stood aside and let Bill watch what he wanted to watch.

I tried to resist but I knew I would be drawn in and I was, watch the results until it was time for me to get to bed.

Now it is 11:50. 10 minutes until lunch. Violet needs to take her break at 1:00 and being the amiable person that I am, and being a team player I am taking my lunch earlier than I would like.

And the lunch was me sitting in the concrete park, talking with Bill and then talking with Mike. Smoking a little cigar, surrounded by weed smokers and one or two cigar smokers. Not bad company overall. I return to the belly of the fruit stand smelling like cigars and weed. It could be worse.

I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich surreptitiously at the desk while Violet does her lunch thing.

Mike is terribly worried about his beloved Wade. Wade has been working as an election worker. Yesterday, being election day, Wade was unreachable. Today he is unreachable. I tried to reassure Mike, that could be why he is incommunicado. Mike asked me to call, and I did. I got to Wade’s voicemail and the mailbox was full. So, we have to wait and see and hope for the very best.

Election Day. I’m ready for it. Last night was a laugh, albeit inadvertent. Now it’s a new day, I’ve been busy which is good. The day is not going fast enough and tomorrow I’ll be working in the belly of the fruit stand. I had a grip on it a few weeks ago but that seems to have lessened somewhat. Not anxious but I would rather be at my little corner of my fruit stand.

Two weeks scheduled for the Path train being inundated with commuters from suburban New Jersey. They are not used to the Pth train and are very much wrapped up in themselves. Last night on the second trip home I had to squeeze through various people to get to a semi vacant spot. They didn’t move voluntarily so I needed to plow through. Not knocking anyone down but making my presence known.

Bill is performing in a cabaret of sorts with his lamb’s group. He told Mike and me about it and me being me, completely forgot about it. A few minutes ago, Mike was on the phone telling me he probably can’t make it. I scrambled to figure out what he was going on about and figured that was what he meant. So Thursday I will be watching Bill on stage singing a few songs.

I rarely do anything after work so this will be out of the ordinary.I’m sure it will be good. I just wish it was on the weekend but Bill will be on the road this weekend so Thursday would have to do. At the end of the day I just want to get home, but this will be alright. A sacrifice of a few hours.

Today is Tuesday. It is almost lunchtime. I’ve been grazing all morning and not very hungry. The same old song and dance, time to eat but not hungry. Definitely first world problems. I was thinking about getting halal food, but Thursday might be the better day for that. It’s very filling and would probably get me through Bill’s performance that evening.

Even though I spaced on the whole Thursday night thing, I am disappointed that Mike will more than likely be unable to attend. I will get through it I’m sure. I may leave work early today to go vote in Hoboken.

So this happened. On October 21, a former fruit picker showed up. I didn’t know them. They showed up again today. They claimed to remember me but I drew a blank. I deal with dozens of people each week. I thought they were a delivery person and opened the door to speak with them.

They showed me their fruit stand ID and that’s when I remembered they were persona non grata, I stepped away, saying I would be back and went to a more secure area. I called Yancy but he didn’t answer. I called Janis and informed her what was happening and asked she contact security. She called security and I was soon talking to them.

During my call with security Yancy called but I couldn’t take the call. I did not want to escalate the situation and soon building management arrived and took the visitor away.

I was thanked for handling the situation and reprimanded for the way I handled the situation. I should have spoken to the person through the Glass Door, but honestly, I didn’t know who they were. I recognized the possibility of something going awry and did what I felt was best. I suppose I will find out more tomorrow when I am in the belly of the fruit stand

Bill’s Thursday night performance starts at 8PM. He hopes to be near the end. I will have at least 2.5 hours to fill before the show. I am thinking of going home and then back into the city for this. Thursday promises to be a long day. I hate to say it, but rain is in the forecast.