Every now and then in the past when I would see a graduate on the street and they’re in cap and gown and I would say ‘congratulations’ and they would be thankful…now I’m in the midst of graduation season and I’m on the edges of the NYU complex for the past couple of days I’ve seen nothing but graduates and I haven’t congratulated any of them, But I have heard other people do the same. So someone is picking up the slack that I’m dropping.

It’s Thursday, I’ve just had my meeting a few hours ago where I had to be an active participant, and I’m fairly certain I did well. I opened with a joke, which went over well, and my whole time speaking was probably no more than 3 minutes, which is fine by me.

I am currently walking down West 11th Street of which I do not recall the last time I walked down West 11th Street. My manager Mark, said he was going to Chick-fil-A for lunch and sort of knew how I felt about that, and I told him he was free to do whatever he’d like, and then I made a joke about silently judging him.

Hopefully, he realized it was a joke because it was. Mark made a comment about a coworker going to Starbucks, apparently as a boycott of Starbucks because Starbucks is pro-Israel. I joked that I go to Dunkin Donuts for my coffee, which seems to be pro Hamas, and I’m only saying that because of the women who work there while wearing a hijab. In this current climate of ultra sensitivity that could get me into trouble or even disappeared, who knows?

I seem to be doing all right at the job, I do not wake up with the apprehension that I’ve used to have with the previous gig. I am just wandering around in the part of Greenwich village where all the streets meander and weave into one another and street signs are not easily recognized.

Coming up is an intersection, and I think I will pass through it and at the next block make it right turn who knows where it will lead me to. I just look past the Art Bar which I hadn’t been to since the ’80s, after attending some event way back when.

And now I am walking on Horatio Street segueing into 13th Street, heading back to the office. It is quite humid out. I was just in a magazine store, and it was incredibly humid in there. I’ve just passed by the Center, and the last time I was here was for a job fair. I do not remember when that happened, but I do remember that nothing came of it.

The sky was blue for a few minutes earlier, it was nice, and I had hoped that it would be that way as I headed home tonight, but now it’s back to the gray, white clouds hovering low overhead. Tomorrow is Friday and I am happy about that, but like I said, the job is not stressful. I seem to be doing a good job, and they appreciate me doing the job that I do.

Happy birthday Brian Eno. 77 candles for him. Some time I will post my encounter with Brian Eno.