So Thursday has arrived. It is July 17th my brother Brian’s birthday. The reason why I was anxious for Thursday to arrive was not just because of my brother Brian but because Thursday is payday and it gives me a chance to get my affairs into something resembling order.

I got to the office today to find Yance sitting in the area of my desk. It was a surprise but not that bad since he is a decent guy as far as I know though Jimmy Chile has told me otherwise. I read something about Mel Brooks last night about how to get your way and that’s to say yes all the time and not do it and it seems to work for him and dealing with yes it seemed to be the thing to do.

A few sparrows circle me on this hot afternoon and I sit where I sit in my spot in the shade where Bill Mike and myself were for the pride parade just a few weeks ago seems like a long time I suppose but time is relative. I spent a half an hour waiting for a salad to be picked up because I ordered it in advance but they were overwhelmed and I have to rethink that for next week.

Elim was the deli that I used to go to at 11 Park place downtown and that guy had known me inside out. He knew what I wanted. He’d stop what he was doing and make my salad. I didn’t have to say anything. I miss him and I miss being spoiled by such wonderful service and he always earned a good tip. If anything I am a good tipper.

Hello sparrows I say to the sparrows that are sitting near feet away from me eating whatever they can scrounge.

From Yance I have gotten another good review just verbal that’s good enough. He’s going to bat for me with the ABCD company because they feel that I am being taken away from my work to do training modules for the ABCD company. And I am somewhat but then again there are moments where I have absolutely nothing to do so he’s training modules are a way of passing time and watching videos on how not to harass people either physically or sexually.

The sparrows seem to realize that I am not harassing them which is a good thing at least the sparrows seem to think that. It’s not a bad day for Thursday in July on my brother’s birthday.

16 years ago, Annemarie and Earl and Julio and Stine and Bill and myself went to see Paul McCartney play at Citi Field. A splendid time was had by all. It truly was a magical night. The train ride out there the train ride back. Paul put on a magnificent show as he always does. He does love to please the crowd and he’s quite good at it. He always delivers the hits.

I thought today’s song would be Ghost train by Elvis Costello but it turns out to be Ain’t Too Proud to Beg by the Temptations via the Rolling Stones.

Part of my job today is a harassment training which I might have mentioned earlier and I just got over the subject of bullying which brought to mine Joselita Semen the closet case of BMSP I’m sure his wife and kid think he’s straight but his knees tell another story

Wednesday, July 16th, somehow lunchtime, 1:14 p.m., sitting in my spot or near my place, which has been occupied by yogurt with some sort of salad and oven-roasted turkey breast in the shade, but still in the heat.

Work has been very slow today, and I am still juggling my responsibilities for a b c d as well as the company that they placed me at. Marcus spoke up in my defense or on my behalf with regards to the hoops that ABCD are making me jump through while working for that fruity company.

Meanwhile I’m getting anxious on Mike’s behalf he has to get a job and he has to get it soon and right now it’s slipping into any job will do of course I can’t say that he has to make that decision but nothing’s happening despite sending out a bunch of applications no one’s responding which is distressing for me and I don’t know if it’s just stressing for him because he doesn’t seem like it but I’m sure he will at some point.

I wandered around Union Square in the sun. I should have worn a hat. Now I sit in the warm shade smoking a mini cigar, but he had people walk dogs, professional dog walkers, This might be something Mike could do.

I toyed with the idea of phoning Mike’s previous job on his behalf, unbeknownst to him, and seeing if they would take him back. Would that be underhanded even though it’s in his best interest, and even though they more than likely would say no, thank you?

It has been a long slow week during a long hot summer.

Bill is going to be in a play next month, and now he is in rehearsals for the play, so he won’t be home when I get home. I have to stop at the dispensary to pick up my order, which is necessary for a good night sleep.

The dB’s song ‘Ask for Jill’ has been playing in my head the past couple of days, thank goodness I do like the song, I do find the lyrics highly entertaining.

I’m going to look up professional dog walking jobs for Mike. I believe these are the doldrums. Not depressive doldrums, just boredom.

The gentleman who waters the sidewalks as well as whatever greenery might be around, just removed the food that I mentioned earlier.

Not much else to report at this moment, it’s just fucking hot. I laugh as I write that I laugh at how my phone accepts the word fucking. Almost halfway through this mini cigar, and once the mini cigar is done, more than likely go back inside where it’s air conditioned.

I just had a memory of working in the warehouse for HBJ in Saddle Brook, New Jersey, but how much of a simpler time it was. After I graduated from high school, I went full time. I can’t say I was a good worker, and I probably should have been let go a few times but because of the graciousness of my mother and how she was regarded, they looked the other way no matter how many times I fucked up.

But it was a simpler time. My world was a lot smaller then. Lodi and Saddle Brook were basically the areas that I knew best. In at 8:00 a.m., out at 4:15 unless I was working overtime, so 6:00 p.m. or 7:15. I didn’t have much to think of since I was living with my parents, and like I said, life was simpler. Thinking of Debbie Pless, sister of Gary Pless. I really should write about those HBJ days. Those formative years…