Sunday. Dreary. Morrissey was right about that. Not cold though, everything is damp. Mike came over on Friday and left this morning. Bill was on the road, and then home, and then on the road again. Gotta work when you can.

I’ve been trying to get work, not aiming as high as I was and I seem to know, deep down that I will have to take more of a pay cut than I wanted. Mike is the one with the steady job, Bill has intermittent work and I have fruitless interviews, online, on the phone, and coming up this week: Wednesday, 3:00 PM at 14 Penn Plaza.

I’m jaded and ambivalent. That will turn around by Wednesday, I hope. Mike and I spent most of the weekend, watching TV and taking photos. He’s photogenic and knows what he wants to see. I give occasional direction and it works. And Mike loves listening to Bill’s stories about the theater world as well as bus driving. So Mike has two dads.

We watched the last episode of Ted Lasso, knowing that the day before a fourth season was going to happen. Bill and I were amused by Mike’s questioning of what would happen next, why did they do that? All it took was a reassuring tap on the knee to let him know his questions will be answered and to be fucking patient. We didn’t say fucking. He is, after all, our son.

We also watched Watchmen and The Sandman. Both have episodes so we didn’t get too far in those. We also watched Yesterday, the movie about after a 12-second worldwide blackout, only a handful of people remember the Beatles. I figured that the movie, Attack the Block would engage Mike away from his phone and it did mostly. Could’ve used subtitles though. South London dialects could be indecipherable sometimes.

Mike is very much connected with his phone, as is Bill. I am more on the computer which is the way I prefer to use the World Wide Web and its social medias. Is it snobbishness or just my eye having difficulty reading things on my phone? Everyone is on their phones everywhere.

Adults pushing babies in strollers pay more attention to their phones than they do with the child. This is going to be interesting when the kids grow up. Soon even younger children will have phones, some already have tablets.

There are also the seemingly grown children being pushed around in strollers. Sometimes they seem older than five. I can only relate it to my own upbringing, where the baby carriage was given up at a certain time. I had older siblings to corral me and the occasional parent with a vice-like grip on my hands.

I’ve heard that these children might be unmanageable or perhaps on the spectrum. Bill and I agreed that we were from an age where if a child were misbehaving, a public smack on the face would soon set things straight.

I’m not saying that that is a good thing, it’s just how it was for Bill and me. Now the pendulum has swung in the other direction and we will see how that turns out.
Maybe.

Helen Pollard Issac. Every time I wash utensils I think of her. 20 plus years ago she complained to me about how her then-husband would never wash the handles of utensils, only the part that actually gets used. I suppose it drove her up the wall.

She occasionally pops up on Blinked In suggestions that I routinely ignore. It’s been another day of trying to figure out who is scamming or fishing with my information which I had to place online. I don’t apply for Remote positions but at least once a day I get a message via email or text thanking me for my interest in the remote position that they are putting forth.

I also received a text from Shelly from Bend NYC thanking me for an application from Indeed. Shelly wants to do a Zoom call tomorrow at 10:00 AM tomorrow and I agreed and am waiting for a confirmation. I texted Shelly about this confirmation and received no response so I am more than ready to ignore this Zoom call.

I seem to get most of these fishers in the morning. The recruiter from the Philippines was seemingly legit, though he seemed sketchy and still does. I was able to get through to XSPS on the phone and they assured me Rafael was an employee.

XSPS continues to let me down, sending me job leads and then eventually withdrawing them. I wish I knew why this is and I do have an idea. It seems that before the pandemic they placed me at a company called Freon, and I had words with Floyd Boyce who was the office attendant honcho.

Floyd reported me and I was soon on the sidewalk with XSPS saying that I did not fit whatever it was they were looking for. It was a shame but everything shut down a month later due to the pandemic. I’m sure Floyd Boyce is still ruling his roost.

Joselita Semen still waddles around 10 Murray Street untouchable to anyone with a ten foot pole though it is well known that Joselita is more interested in 10 inches and not 10 foot poles. Enrique Purgemino still collects cans and sleeps on the office couch 6 days a week and no one bats an eye. To be fair, I am not sure if he’s still alive but he probably is since only the good die young.

Shahabudeena Khan still carries his limp dick which is serviced daily by Ismael Villanueva in exchange for a free lunch which gives his deskmate Donald Chieefa an erection and a chuckle which is suitable since in Donald’s case one thing invariably leads to another.

I asked Roberta Issaci, a former supervisor and even less of a former friend for a lead for a job but it never came. I suppose the late Samantha Winter told her former boss how I chuckled when I heard of Roberta losing her Trinity Church position. Samantha had a look of not believing my reaction. Roberta turned out to be very much a nothing burger with his copy of an art of the deal on his bookshelf, though it is probably the only book Roberta has on her shelf.