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.

Monday afternoon, October 27th. In my Google Drive are notes from my supervisor, Yancey, and notes from my counselor in Seattle. I saved them both there for some reason; I do not know why.

It was a strange weekend overall, melancholy on the border of depression didn’t cross over the border, though, so that was a good thing.

I did go out for a bit yesterday and was intending to see a photo exhibition. I got there at 10 minutes too early before it opened and was much to impatient to sit around and wait since I was by myself, so I wandered around, ran some errands, and wound up back home not doing anything.

The recording of my dictation leaves a lot to be desired, and how it interprets what I say, unless I correct it immediately, hours from now, I will have no idea what it was I was trying to say.

Bill is on the road for the next couple of days. Mike might come over tonight, well, until he actually shows up it could be fun, it could be a nightmare, he’s a Gemini, so one never knows what one’s going to get.

And like I wrote the other day, I was surprised to find out that I still loved him, and seeing the pictures of him and his beloved was an awakening that I thought was sleeping somewhat dormant.

I have a good job, a job at lots of other people would love to have, and I have it. They tell me I’m doing a good job, and all I can do is believe them. I try not to question their beliefs because it doesn’t make me look good at all while they are making me look good.

It makes getting up in the morning not much easier since it’s not a high-pressure job; in fact, the only pressure I have is what I put upon myself.

Marcus had just walked by my desk a few minutes before, and a good mood, even though he said he was not in a good mood; he was smiling and asking me what I had done to myself, did I get a haircut, did I trim my beard, did I get Botox. No to all of his questions, I didn’t do anything I did trim my mustache a little bit last night, but he’s not going to notice that.

Of course, the first thing that happens when I wake up is my desire to continue to sleep, but today the desire was to call in sick, which is not going to happen.

I did find out that the fruit stand is closed Thanksgiving week, and I also found out that I am off Thursday and Friday of that week and will probably have to come in Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and do whatever assignments the fruit stand might have for me.

I have no problem really with that, Jimmy Chile should be in, so if I can spend time with him all the better. .

Rachel Dolezal just popped into my head after I saw a woman who sort of resembled her.
I still do not like the autumn.

Time is moving slowly.