Another cold Wednesday in April. Not as bad as it’s been, but it does not feel like spring. Perhaps Charles Dickens was a month early, with his quote: ‘It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.’ That sums it up.

Meanwhile, the job search goes on. The camera interview from yesterday that went nowhere was brought up again by the one named Jordan. He suggested sending an email to Marcos, the one I was supposed to be interviewing with.

So I wrote and emailed, “Hello, I was early for the 12:00 PM meeting on Tuesday. I waited 30 minutes for it to start, but it seems no one else was attending. Please let me know if you are still interested and would like to reschedule.”

I sent that four hours ago, and there was no response, leading me to believe that they found someone else who got the job that needed to be filled as soon as possible. I guess there were no solutions in that Forrest. For those who know the staffing world in Manhattan, you might recognize a clue in the previous sentence.

In other job search news, I was told today that my background check went well, and I was asked to submit a photograph for my badge. I submitted a headshot from Bratty McGrotty, which gave off serious Phillip Seymour Hoffman vibes. In it, I wore a blue shirt, which was not advised for the current headshot. So I got my selfie stick and took a new headshot out in the hallway. I guess it went well since I did not hear otherwise.

And between you and me, since no one else seems to read this, Bond Air is a GO. That’s a Sherlock reference from my favorite episode, A Scandal in Belgravia. 4/20 is still in effect, and I hope not to be so red-eyed on that virginal next day.

Things might be improving for Mike, which is good, though only time will tell. Right now, Bill is on the phone from above the Mason-Dixon line. He is his usual boisterous self, quite unlike the other night when he called with the fear that he was going to die in his sleep.

He urgently requested that I call him when I woke up in the morning. He gave me his room number and told me to call, not to let it go to voicemail, just let it ring ring ring until he wakes up. And if he doesn’t answer the phone, to call the lobby desk for a wellness check.

I called the next morning and he was groggy, yet awake and alive. It goes without saying that we were both relieved to have that conversation.

I had to go to the mall today to get a new pair of shoes. Shoes to wear around the office since it’s like the first day of school, and a new pair needed to be acquired.

This new gig might be working with adults again rather than the accursed millennials and twenty-somethings like Bratty McGrotty employed.