Is this the day from Hell? No, not likely. It is hot enough though. 90 degrees they said on the elevator screen. And you know elevator screens don’t lie. I am filling in Kimberly’s spot today as she is currently out of the office.

It was one of those days where just about every move I made was the wrong move. Everything I said needed to be explained. Online things that worked yesterday were useless today and the people that are supposed to help were most unhelpful. But they had an attitude and that was annoying.

Supervisors and managers all proved themselves impotent today and they were quite haughty as usual themselves. People ask for items that I know nothing about so I send them to the person that does know what it is, Yancy, who brings that person back to me saying the item is right there.

And right there it was, merely five feet away from me. But I did not know anything about it, it was none of my business. No one said ‘if so & so is looking for such & such it will be right there, five feet away from you,’ but they didn’t and I went on chasing my tail and making myself quite dizzy.

Today is the day to submit timesheets and despite being an errant capitalist, I needed to submit mine in order to get paid. BUt I could not. The history of my account does not travel from one desk to another. No, things have to be built up from scratch and even that did not work well at all.

Bill is on the road again, I hope he is doing alright. When we last spoke he couldn’t speak. And before that I was the one who could not speak. Mike has proved to be quite elusive. No phone call. I tried calling him at 10:05 but there was no answer. And so no word from Mike who thinks he is cmoning over tonight but with no words spoken, who can say?

It’s maddening and frustrating and will all fade away once I get home. Of course, anything could happen between then and now. I would be content if he did not come over tonight, ideally if Mike was the one who said he could not. But that does not seem to be the case.

It is too bloody hot outside. Young men and some older men have been coming to work in shorts which is allowed. I don’t have the nerve for such attire. I have the legs for it but I am not in my 20s anymore.

I have not eaten lunch, but plan on getting a pizza from across the street from my apartment. If Mike comes over, he should have to figure out what he is going to have to eat. I can give him a few bucks and send him to the nearby supermarket to get himself some vittles.

Mike just called. He has money and does not need a handout. I bought a personal pizza and saved half for Mike.