Today’s glory is somewhat clumsy. I slept well so that was good. Bill was getting his act together for an overnight road trip and I puttered around getting ready for my day. I am once again at the really big fruit stand and I will be here today as well as the next two days.

I don’t like it and I don’t have a say in the matter. As long as I keep telling myself I have a good job as if it were a mantra I think it will help get me through the day. Although I just had an encounter with people asking me for something that I did not know where it was.

Keys, keys that were labelled as something. And each time I picked up a key they pointed out it was not the key. I was frustrated and more than likely let them know how frustrated I was. I am working with Violet who had somehow vanished before these twenty somethings showed up.

Violet would know where things are, and I do not. On top of that there’s a new computer in which everything needs to be updated for my use. This is the equivalent of starting a race a few seconds behind everyone else. And I know it’s not a race. Yancy was hovering around making sure I did this or that and that was nerve-wracking

But what will probably get me in hot water are the twenty-somethings who may have been offended by my frustration and the curt tone in which I expressed myself.

Bill is on the road; Mike is coming over tonight so that he can catch a ride share to North Bergen to get his elusive Real ID. The ride share would be cheaper to North Bergen from Hoboken than it would be from Jersey City. Or so we would like to think.
So at the really big fruit stand, I seem to mirror whatever someone else is feeling. If they’re frantic, I take that on. If they’re pleasant, I am pleasant too. I’ve been like that my whole life I think. And sometimes it works and sometimes it gets me into trouble.

I could have sworn I was in trouble but I may not be, though the day is still early and I have only been here for 2 hours and change. The password is so damn simple and I couldn’t remember it. Now I do

I am sitting in a concrete park in midtown. There are 2 people doing what I guess is tai chi. To the right of this man and woman are 8 Asian people, 7 men and 1 woman also doing Tai chi. Is it meditative? It doesn’t matter, I need to get back to my desk.

I was able to get a key made but won’t know if it is a success until I get home.

I got back to the fruit stand and handled things by the seat of my pants until Violet returned. After her remergence, I contacted Yandy and told hime my situation. Within minutes everything was taken care of and I was able to be productive on a very slow afternoon. But the weight of passwords was taken care of.

I also found that I would be at my usual fruit stand rather than the 2 more days I dreaded. Where did I get that idea? Yancy knew nothing about it. I’m not crazy. Or am I?

Mike is not coming over. His parole officer called telling him to stay home tomorrow. He asked me to cancel his appointment and set a new one. It did just that for August 13, 11:15 AM.