Oh, the off-color joke of October 30th during the Thursday morning meeting, oh, how it did not go well

When I first started attending the meetings, I would start off with a joke, trying to be humorous, and that seemed to entertain people, and me being me, I continued.

This morning, during the meeting, I commented on the amount of Halloween candy we have at the desk and what will become of it afterwards. I made a joke that renting a van and going to schoolyards to entice children to come into the van with my candy.

I did not take into consideration that perhaps some of these people who were hearing this joke were molested at some point by a man and a man with candy or at least knew somebody who was molested by a man in the van with candy.

It seems like an outrageous joke, and yet I am compelled to apologize for it somehow.
The atmosphere in the office mirrors the weather outside. Grey, damp, cold, uncomfortable. And that seems to be the forecast for the next week or so.

Lately, each time I come into contact with Yancy, the more I dislike him. Too much contact yesterday and fleeting contact today, and he is scheduled to come to my desk next Wednesday with the guy who was hired after me to spend the day at my desk for some reason. I can’t help it feel my time might be running out. Perhaps November is not a good month for me, I never said it was.

I’ve got to keep my mind focused, keep my head down, and not say anything out of context or anything that could be taken out of context, actually. Yes, I need this job, and yes, I will do anything I can to keep this job.

The first instinct I had this morning was once again to stay home, and perhaps I should have, but the guy that they hired after me, who seems to carry all the favor in that office, called in sick today. That’s all right, I suppose.

No idea where I stand, not that I ever had any idea where I stood. It’s been raining nonstop today, and earlier it was coming down in sheets. I contacted Bill since he was home, and one time, a few years ago, it started leaking into the closet. I did not check where Bill was, and it turned out he was moving a van.

He reassured me that the windows were closed, which made sense since it’s been raining all day long and there’d be no reason to open the windows. I had to explain that I was worried about the closet leaking. Is no news good news? I don’t know.

I do know that I’m depressed, despondent, worried, anxious, and the weather is not helping this at all. It’s been slow and quiet where I am at today, and I guess it will be like that tomorrow with even fewer people. I’m just not as happy as I used to be in this position.

It is Wednesday, October 29th. I did not post yesterday due to conflicting feelings, both physical and mental. Did not sleep well the night before, but that’s no one’s fault but my own.

Mike came over and fulfilled his promises, enabling me to put some money in the bank, which I had used to cover him for the past year, and he was grateful and paid it back unasked.

He is a fan of the movie Dead Presidents from the 1990s and wanted to do his face as one of the characters in the makeup, and so I was able to help him out with that. Basically, we erased Mike and installed a new one with white face, black eyes, and lips, and it was impressive, and it was the first time I had ever done something like that, and I think it went well.

I have to say it was compelling. I did watch the video a few times last night, and I was just very much impressed. We had a very good time together. Nice talk, and I look forward to more of that down the line. Yes, he drives me crazy. Yes, he’s a good man. Yes, he’s a bit of a kid, and yes, Bill and I both love him very much.

Yesterday I was at 16th and 5th, today I am in the Penn Plaza area, where I don’t want to be, though it’s not as bad as I run it up in my mind.

The day is halfway over already. I will be solo until 2:15 at 1:00 p.m. I have to go to another floor and fill in for Steven, which should also be relatively painless, although it involves Steven, which could involve a pain in the neck and or ass.

Yancy just realized that both Marcus and I are here, leaving no one there where I generally work, so something like that will have to be worked out according to their schedule down the line.

Planning a schedule for them is not my job or in my wheelhouse, so it’s up to them they tell me where to go, and I have no choice but to go there.

I have been at this job for over 6 months, which I believe could be a record, at least for now.
Marcus can be so humorously antagonistic, and I just throw it right back at him, but he usually makes other people who are bearing witness laugh.

No harm, no foul, just a few chuckles and a few ribbings.

I have placed an order for a 2:45 pickup from a Smashburger, and it seems appealing and I don’t need burgers that much these days, but I’ve had a hankering, and they are right across the street, so there I go, there I go, there I go at 2:45

Listening to the fruit stand radio station, and Rockwell is singing about someone watching him with Michael Jackson on background vocals. This was quite the jam back in the day. Nobody knew who he was until it was realized that he was Berry Gordy’s son.
It seems a good majority of jobs that I have held, A lot of my co-workers were get overs, which means look the other way, somebody’s doing something that’s harmless, but I’ll have to get into greater detail when I get home.