Another cold Wednesday in April. Not as bad as it’s been, but it does not feel like spring. Perhaps Charles Dickens was a month early, with his quote: ‘It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.’ That sums it up.

Meanwhile, the job search goes on. The camera interview from yesterday that went nowhere was brought up again by the one named Jordan. He suggested sending an email to Marcos, the one I was supposed to be interviewing with.

So I wrote and emailed, “Hello, I was early for the 12:00 PM meeting on Tuesday. I waited 30 minutes for it to start, but it seems no one else was attending. Please let me know if you are still interested and would like to reschedule.”

I sent that four hours ago, and there was no response, leading me to believe that they found someone else who got the job that needed to be filled as soon as possible. I guess there were no solutions in that Forrest. For those who know the staffing world in Manhattan, you might recognize a clue in the previous sentence.

In other job search news, I was told today that my background check went well, and I was asked to submit a photograph for my badge. I submitted a headshot from Bratty McGrotty, which gave off serious Phillip Seymour Hoffman vibes. In it, I wore a blue shirt, which was not advised for the current headshot. So I got my selfie stick and took a new headshot out in the hallway. I guess it went well since I did not hear otherwise.

And between you and me, since no one else seems to read this, Bond Air is a GO. That’s a Sherlock reference from my favorite episode, A Scandal in Belgravia. 4/20 is still in effect, and I hope not to be so red-eyed on that virginal next day.

Things might be improving for Mike, which is good, though only time will tell. Right now, Bill is on the phone from above the Mason-Dixon line. He is his usual boisterous self, quite unlike the other night when he called with the fear that he was going to die in his sleep.

He urgently requested that I call him when I woke up in the morning. He gave me his room number and told me to call, not to let it go to voicemail, just let it ring ring ring until he wakes up. And if he doesn’t answer the phone, to call the lobby desk for a wellness check.

I called the next morning and he was groggy, yet awake and alive. It goes without saying that we were both relieved to have that conversation.

I had to go to the mall today to get a new pair of shoes. Shoes to wear around the office since it’s like the first day of school, and a new pair needed to be acquired.

This new gig might be working with adults again rather than the accursed millennials and twenty-somethings like Bratty McGrotty employed.

Bright and sunny and awfully cold today. Blustery is the word ‘they’ used to describe the weather today, and it fits perfectly. I had a camera interview scheduled for noon this afternoon, and me, being me, logged in at 11:58 AM. And I waited for Marcos or Brendan to join me.

Brendan was who I interviewed with yesterday, and Marcos was supposed to be another hurdle to impress. But I was there and they were not, which doesn’t make me too excited about the gig. And from what Jordan (the initial contact) said, they were in a hurry to fill the spot, which I suppose was going to be the upcoming Monday.

I guess they might have found someone else. There was a request to do the interview at 8:30 AM, and I suggested 9:30 AM would be better as I had an interview at 8:15 PM. There were supposed to be Italics that meant that that was not true. I would be no good to anyone at all at 8:30 AM, and I realized that.

Jordan rejected the 9:30 AM appointment and stated they would stick with the 12:00 PM appointment, which it turned out not to be, leaving me to think they found someone else. It was stressing me out somewhat, getting ahead of myself and thinking I would have to make a choice between which company wanted me in their services. I should’ve learned to grovel more, but that is something that I can’t do with any kind of sincerity.

The other firm for which I emailed a few resumes that they rejected, except for one, contacted me and let me know they could not get a specific piece of information from Bratty McGrotty. I did the legwork on that, even contacting Barbara Shorten with regard to the information.

By the time Barbara Shorten got back to me, I had already sent a PDF to the people doing a background check on me. My background check goes on. I think I am relatively clean in that area. I also have a phone interview tomorrow, a phone screen they call it. It’s at 12:30 PM so that is an agreeable time for me.

For some reason, I have been getting job offers from Asian Indians in Georgia. Different names, different emails, almost always with the same job listing and almost always a two month assignment with a possibility of going further than that. I’m not too sure about that, though and try to be polite as I turn down their job offer in Manhattan, sent from Dixie.

Mike is still stuck in his crib, Bill is below the Mason-Dixon line, and I sit at home. I was planning on seeing Ro Dā since he invited me when I saw him the other day. But today was not the day. We made a tentative plan for Sunday, which by that time, Bill may be back in Hoboken.

Meanwhile, the country is sinking into a morass it has never seen before.