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Feeling somewhat better

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Feeling somewhat better today which means the Yin to my Yang is feeling somewhat bad today. I’m up, Bill’s down. Part of the reason that I think I am feeling better is the holiday party from my former job has come and gone. I wasn’t planning on going, yet it felt like I knew of a party that I was not invited to.

Now that the moment has passed, I am fine. I’ve also muted Daisy’s texts since it’s probably for the best that I have nothing to do with anyone from that cursed law firm. And cursed they are. The last time I cursed a former employer I may have let loose a worldwide pandemic.

Then again it was a company that had its South African fingers in many international pies. These bastards are relatively local star fuckers ably supported by the shepherdess Joselita Semana. Semana is Balkan for Semen Eater I think.

It was chilly today as I went for an afternoon stroll. I mailed six holiday cards out yesterday and when I got home the was a holiday card waiting for me & Bill. It was Lovely Rita and she’s in a new apartment which I did not have the address for, but on the latest card was her new address.

A card was produced and duly dispatched with a photo that I sent to a few lucky recipients. As I was wandering around town I ran into Michael Post. he’s a cigar guy who lives across the street from Bill & I. I met him about 12 years ago when I was working for Schlomo at a cigar shop on Washington Street.

He was an interesting chap, a trainer by trade, and handsome to boot. My encounters were fleeting at best, Bill would talk with him at a cigar lounge that Bill would frequent while waiting for me to return from work.

Things didn’t work out well for Michael Post there. He was working there somewhat and the new owner fired him saying to Bill that he overheard him bad-mouthing the owner on the security camera. I thought it odd since of all the security cameras I had seen, they were all video with no audio, but this new cigar lounge owner got it like that or so he says.

I’m not a fan of this young entrepreneur. On 4/20 I was going to meet my dear friend, RoDa who works across the street from the cigar lounge in a dispensary. I was early and told RoDa I would be in the cigar lounge having a cigar and would meet him when he got off work. It was my first visit since the cigar lounge had new management.

I bought a cigar, clipped it, and scanning the room, I opted to sit on a couch away from the ‘Bros’ hanging out with backward baseball caps talking loudly about some stupid sports team, and also I would be able to ignore the TV screens showing the sports.

The new owner came up to me, asking if I would move since people were expected to come it, and even though they weren’t there, the space I was in had to be vacated. The new owner suggested that I sit in the chairs that I already decided not to sit in.

I got up and walked out, smoking a cigar nearby, and waited for RoDa. I haven’t been in the cigar lounge since, though Bill still frequents it on occasion. The cigars were a bit overpriced and were decidedly lacking in variety, strictly second-tier selections.

Still, I wish the owner well, I don’t want to see him fail but I doubt I would return to the establishment.

Blues Keep Calling

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Well, the blues have returned, and the bitterness about being released from my employment has risen to the top once again. I attribute this to tonight being the holiday party. I was not planning on going but then again I was not planning on being fired on November 4.

I also did not anticipate L’Orange Merde being re-elected but people are stupid and they seemed to have voted en masse for L’Orange Merde. Or maybe not. Democrats are not one to dispute election results or to cry foul like the godforsaken pieces of shit that stormed the capitol on January 6, 2021.

Earlier in my bitterness, I mentioned to Daisy that she shouldn’t go to the party. People get drunk and behave badly and then the washer women in the mailroom gossip about them for the rest of the year.

Today I texted her that if she goes that she should have a good time but to be careful. She replied a while later saying that she was going since she hardly ever gets a chance to go out and enjoy herself, she’s usually holed up with her kid.

She also told me she was in the middle of training in some new task, with a woman who was a bit helpful when the shit was being moved closer to the fan. Her advice to contact Leticia James as well as OSHA was a good idea.

A few days after that I was on Lunked In and her name was floated by as a potential contact. I was fine with the suggestion until I saw her Lunked In page which was quite celebratory regarding the return of L’Orange Merde so the MAGA woman was unceremoniously blocked.

Just another seemingly intelligent person who supports the piece of shit under the shoe which keeps reappearing no matter how many times one would try to scrape it off on a curb. So the job has been on my mind a lot today and it’s not a place where I care to spend any time.

Even walking around Hoboken en route to the supermarket this afternoon, I spied a coat rack and thought about taking a photograph of it and sending it to Shahabudeen Khan telling him the large jar of Vaseline was out of the frame.

I thought it was funny and it went nowhere since I did not take the photo. I mentioned it to Bill, to let him in on the joke in my head and he replied with ‘Why am I even thinking about these people’. The private joke did not land when it went public.

I did re-edit my initial email to the Department of Labor. It’s still in the draft stage. It was written before my dismissal and so it was all in what was then, present tense. Here it is over a month later and quite a few words needed to be adapted. It fed the flames of my sour furnace.

For a lark, I fed the email to Gemini AI and asked for a positive version, a harrowing version, and a humorous version.

I can’t be objective.