Tuesday in August. It is the 11th day. Things are quiet at the fruit stand as usual. The main fruit stand is understaffed. So much so that Yancy, who has returned from a family visit, sent me a Slack and wondered if I was busy because to Yancy IT DID NOT SEEM LIKE I WAS DOING ANY WORK TODAY.

If Yancy would take a minute and check the folder he would see a good number of fruit stand requests have been filled by yours truly. It was off-putting for my supervisor to claim I was not working. Yancy talks about a two hour window to fulfill these requests but more often than not, they are completed minutes after receiving them.

At 8AM I am generally starting before Janis, Violet, Kimberly and start filling the requests that come in after 5PM. I try to get in before 8AM and when I am at the main fruit stand I notice that others are not in until after 8AM, except for maybe Violet who is a contracted employee just like me, not a full time employee like Janis or Kimberly or Mr Kool Aid himself, Yancy.

Yancy is almost always in when I get in. At my fruit stand I usually have 10-20 minutes of getting the day started. At the main fruit stand the day starts at 8AM. I have to admit it pissed me off, Yancy thinking I was not doing anything.

I also have to remember, not to trust anyone. Jimmy Chile is trustworthy and perhaps a few others but overall I am not sure beyond Jimmy Chile.

Pam. Pam is a cooking spray that came out in the 1970s. It was created so that food won’t stick to the pan when cooking. My mother refused to buy it. She found out at work from Lucy Ardizzone or Barbara DeLuca that kids where huffing cans of Pam and getting high. I had never heard of it and never had an inkling to do such a thing. She listened to these women as they did their business in the ladies room of the HBJ warehouse.

Presently I am in the midst of an online discussion with Mike. His beloved Wade needed $40 and Mike asked if I could wire it. I did. I figured that Wade would pay back once he got his money. But Wade sent the money to Mike who has it in his wallet and has been unable to get it back to me due to his parole officer.

I expressed how dumb this whole thing was, Wade should have just rewired the money back to me but no, it got stupid and Mike is all ‘I can’t deal with you right now’. It got worse from there. I do feel like a sucker. When I had ‘those’ feelings for Mike back then I went out of my way to make him happy.

Those feelings subsided and I still did things that were somewhat extraordinarily kind. And I never really got anything in return. Not that I was looking for it but it did not go unnoticed especially in moments like I find myself in now.

Mike just brought up the incompatibility of Gemini (him) and Virgo (me). He believes that and I do not. Why bother continuing this friendship? I’ll leave that on him.