Hello, I’m tired. Slept well last night, and even went to bed a little bit earlier, but all day long I’ve been dragging my ass. Got things done but still, like a marijuana hangover. Not that I would know anything about that sort of thing. The work was OK. I was impressed by something I didn’t do.

A snarky reply to an email that was warranted but went no further than my head. The thought did not reach my fingers on the keyboard. I was so impressed by my lack of action that phoned Bill to tell him about it and he too was impressed.

I may have mentioned the other day about an older gent who sat by my desk for 90 minutes. The older gent did not speak much English and my Spanish is peppered with foul language and I felt it best to find someone fluent in Espanol. For 90 minutes I searched and thought I stumbled upon something that might have been bilingual.

It turned out he was an asshole and responded with one word, ‘Really?’ Oh that set the asshole off and he went running to the inhumane resources director who added it to my list of infractions leading up to ‘two strikes’.

So today there was a response to something I wrote and my first instinct was to write something nasty and snarky but decided not to. I call it progress. Not sure how it would play in Susquehanna but who cares about them anyway?

Lunchtime I opted for a different spot, something by the courthouses in Foley Square. If you’ve ever watched an episode of Lawn hors d’oeuvre you more than likely have seen the setting. It was quiet enough at first as I lit up a lunchtime cigar but soon was surrounded by tourists. And it was noisy.

There is a spot nearby that I generally find myself at for my lunch break and it’s an ominous spot, no one ever goes there. No one but me around 3:00 in the afternoon. But yesterday there were some workers hanging out and the vibe was that much ‘off’. So I went elsewhere and was disappointed.

Tomorrow I will forgo the cigar and just find somewhere else to go. At least that is this evening’s plan for tomorrow afternoon. Anything could happen really. And then again nothing could happen.

A favorite person is leaving the job tomorrow, she’s had enough of the nonsense. She’s younger than me by a few decades, smart, and quite pretty so she will have no problem starting all over again. I’ll miss her and know that she’ll go her way and I’ll go mine.

Being in this modern age, we both have each other’s phone numbers so there’s that. And texting. But I’ve seen this movie before and life goes on, new friendships are made and old friendships fade into the wallpaper. Or not.

I really couldn’t say and all I know is that time will tell. So there!

The idiot Bill and I call Schlomo was out today. He’s technically my supervisor and he is probably the worst supervisor I’ve ever had. He plays favorites and I am not one of the favorites. I think he’s a shady character but I did not realize that until I was in close proximity to him.

He has a coat rack in his office. Outside his office, I used to sit with four guys. It was winter of 2023 and I had a winter coat. I spied the coat rack and asked if I could use it as well. He said no. I was taken aback and asked why. He said if he let me use it, he would have to let the other four use it as well and he was dead against it.

I called bullshit but did not say that out loud. I could understand if he said, “no you smoke cigars and your coats smell like cigars and I don’t want that smell in my office”, but the bullshit excuse of letting other people use the coat rack was just so wrong.

Some of the people who had spent time in the room alongside Schlomo and myself noticed that he treated the other guys one way and then treated me quite differently and not favorably either. He comes across as a nice guy but he’s a shit heel. I am fairly indifferent to him and it takes a lot to not show my disdain.

Now I work a few floors away but still we interact. Thankfully I don’t have to see the pictures of his grandchildren on a regular basis, though it was top notch acting on my part, saying all the right things. I used to call him Schlomo and everyone else called him Gold. I was being respectful then, figuring his family called him Schlomo at home, now I just call him Gold.

He would talk about his job before the pandemic, how great it was and all that. If it was all that, then what the hell is he doing here? Like I said, I think he’s shady and I’m a pretty good judge of someone’s lack of character. He was out today for some reason and I went in early to take care of things that he sets up for my work.

I started it last night and figured I would complete it this morning but a certain scum one did the work that I came in early to do. That certain scum one will be written about later on, a story about a thirty-something ‘bro’. You know the type, who wears a baseball cap all the time covering up his thinning hair, and sunglasses on the brim.

You know the type, you’ve seen the type. Probably has a red cap somewhere in the dark recesses of his armoire. But that’s for another time. We were once friends, I bought weed from him. Now he claims to be afraid of me, with my bark worse than my bite.