Whereas yesterday I dictated directly into JohnOzed.com today on dictating directly onto Google Drive which should help with editing and spell checking later.

I sit on Thomas Street which is even better than Murray Street since even fewer people walk down this narrow avenue between Church and Broadway
I sit and I smoke a cigar and there’s nobody around to complain about it or give me dirty looks not that that ever happens but you know that’s what they’re thinking…

So yesterday’s method I posted over 700 words and it wasn’t as bad as it usually is when I talk hahaha typing afforded me some separation but this is straight into the beast.

Today feels autumnal and it’s a time of season that I’m not particularly happy about but I really have no say in the matter.

I saw Sean Marruy this morning as I was walking to the train. Sean is someone that I graduated from high school with 44 years ago and I have not spoken to him in 44 years despite seeing him several times and occasionally being mere inches away from him I make no connection whatsoever and I don’t think I register on his radar either.

I don’t know whether or not Sean is a good guy or what but he is a realtor which is questionable even though I know some realtors that are really good good people I can’t say whether or not Sean is though.

Shlomo is in Manitoba until Monday and no one’s doing work on their end because there’s nobody to tell them to go to work.

Bill comments that when he meets me at the train after work and that time is used so I can decompress and get all the bad stuff from work off my chest by the time I get home…but I’m not really myself until after I have eaten then I become normal once again.

Bill also has recognized that he is a day person whereas I am a night person he is up and thriving during the day whereas I am dragging my butt around and then nighttime comes in I’m okay. there are more hours for him in the day than there are for me at night. I’m not sure if that makes sense but there you have it…

Is it possible that I am getting very tired of Tribeca?

So it’s the laughter we will remember whenever we remember the way we were.
Let’s face it I’m writing this for myself anyone else finds it that’s great if they like it that’s even better but if they don’t I’m writing this for myself.

One two buckle my shoe
3 4 closed the door
5 6 pick-up sticks
7 8 Liam Street
9 10 start again

This is an edited post that I didn’t intend to edit. But it seems that I did. There was a bitterness which when I was reading I decided to put it aside for the time when I will be standing on the corner screaming my screed. Wouldn’t it be ironic if that ever happened and here I am writing
About it…forecasting…oooh!

Anyhow, I think I will use the dictation when in a pinch or whatever. I do enjoy the engagement of my fingers, hunting and pecking on an oily keyboard. There’s also a whole mishegas with regards to writing(?) on my phone and having to jump through a few hoops to get it to my desktop.

Now where did I put my abacus?

Well, this is something different. I am sitting at my lunch hour dictating these words into my phone which is being loaded into the WordPress app for Johnozed.com

Thought I’d give it a shot to see what can happen. I am presently sitting on Murray Street between Church Street and Broadway during my lunch hour. So far so good the words are being calibrated and posted but not published. The first day back after a 3-day weekend is never easy. Four day work week seems to take quite a bit to get through.

Part of my calendar notes has the inhuman resources director reserving a conference room mere feet away from my desk which leads me to my paranoid thinking that today will be the day.
My supervisor’s supervisor is not in yet, he might be in, he might not and I won’t know until he shows up if he shows up.

The supervisor’s supervisor will probably be on hand if I am being let go unless he can’t handle me being let go and leaving it in the hands of the inhuman resources director. Schlomo has made a brief appearance and that was the only time I’ve seen him today. I wasn’t planning on having a cigar at lunchtime but all things being equal (whatever that means) I went and bought a cigar which I am smoking right now on Murray Street.

I can’t say it’s a good day and I can’t say it’s a bad day it’s just a day that happens to be a Tuesday which feels like any Monday. So it is a day filled with apprehension for me and perhaps about me.

So far the dictation of words into this Johnozed blog seems to be working just fine. No word count though so I have no idea what I’ve said so far and how many times or how many words that I’ve said.

This seems to be a very long staircase to the gallows I think.

One of these days, months, years I will get over the fact that I will not be going back to school and September it’s just another day on the calendar. But there is the anxiety that accompanies September.

If all goes well I might just do this every afternoon at lunch time speaking into the phone and dictating what will go into the blog tonight when I get home. So many young people that I see that are probably the children of people my age which is distressing enough.

I was talking to a co-worker last week and she mentioned that she journals which other people say write a diary or a blog and I guess I am journaling.

I have about 2 hours left in my day probably a little bit more than that in which case my apprehension and anxiety is strong…

Someone that I liked has left he gave two weeks notice and that was posted and then he seemed to have left the building and the company so the two weeks turned into 2 hours. I finagled his address and plan to write a note telling him how much I liked working with him and how I wish him all the best. He’s the guy that I met at the pride fest in Jersey City with Bill his name is Nico and he was with his boyfriend Glen.

There are a few things associated with this word press blog that I have not fully explored and should but right now I’m too distracted by my paranoia. Still, I sit and puff on my cigar looking at various people walking by on Murray Street which is not as traversed as other blocks and that’s probably why I like it so much… fewer people.

There are a few co-workers who are afraid to work with me no matter how brief they would be interacting with me they are afraid of me and so won’t do their jobs and therefore it’s okay with management.

I’m not violent I don’t hit people I don’t carry a weapon but they are afraid of me probably because of my mouth. I might say something that they don’t understand and that will feel insulting to them and that’s always a problem.

Who knew I was such a scary guy?