I find myself in an interesting position. I am at a job that is relatively stress-free, so stress-free that the slightest bit of stress causes panic and anxiety. Like I had posted earlier this year, the difficulty in finding work when one is of a certain age, like the age I am at now.

Most days it’s quiet, and I try to find things to do or ways to pass the time. I try not to fall into the social media morass to do each day it’s a sweet sticky trap.

And I am working, and I am happy to be working. Each morning I wake up, I remind myself of how easy this job is and how worthwhile it is to get out of bed and have a job that I like to go to. It is certainly preferable to not working.

I show up, I do my routine for 7 hours, and head out; it’s not so bad at all. So it’s Friday, and the Friday before Thanksgiving. Things are winding down oh so slowly, like the hours in a day. Bill is off on another road trip with some cadets to Syracuse and is expected back on Saturday
evening.

Mike is coming over tonight and, more than likely, leaving on Sunday. Bill and I are seeing a play on Sunday afternoon that a friend of his wrote, and I was going to invite Mike, but he was unavailable, so the invitation went unsaid and unheard.

I just gave a weather report to Mike, basically saying it was cooler and humid than I had to explain what that meant. Barely a bone in the skeleton crew today at the fruit stand, which is fine. Like I wrote yesterday, time crawls and it’s crawling along today, which means next week is going to be even slower.

There’s a West Indian contracted worker in the office at the moment, so when I’m at my desk, I’m playing Gregory Isaacs, which might make him happy, or might make him think, ‘Why is this guy playing music that my grandparents used to listen to?’

Who knows? I’ll let you know, though

One of the things I had to do the past couple of days was oversee a camera at another fruit stand that’s a half a mile away from me. It worked on Monday, it worked on Tuesday, it stopped working on Wednesday, and not at all on Thursday. It was reported to the powers that be, and it was determined that the problem lay on their side, not on mine.

As I set at my desk eating some excellent halal food that I had to go out of my way to get but it was definitely worth it since it was definitely very good I got a phone call on the device I answered it and it seems that the camera that I was supposed to use to overlook is working again just in time to be shut off for the weekend.

Now this fruit stand will be dead to the world next week, but still, they want me to check the camera to oversee the fruit stand, and I have no choice but to
accommodate their wishes.
Mike is coming over tonight’s I’m supposed to call him when I get to Hoboken so he can arrange for a Lyft to take him from 62 Jewett Street to the crib in Hoboken.

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