Cut and Paste job
That Self review
Things have improved greatly from April 21 to now. I was a bit apprehensive all those months ago, but I work with quite a supportive team that I get along with famously. I spend one day every two weeks at the main headquarters, where, despite my initial misgivings,it is working out fine.
I do prefer the usual location of NYC01, but being with the people that I was trained by is a good thing indeed at NYC14.
The fruit stand job is ongoing and always busy. I work mostly online, as well as dealing with and assisting various artists visiting the studio. That is something I had done before and had done it quite well back then; I am happy to be able to do the same years later. I look forward to continuing to do so going forward.
I try not to neglect my CBRE duties and requests. Sometimes I can do both, but I am occasionally hamstrung by time constraints, in at 8 AM, out by 5 PM.
Last week, there was an artist with an entourage that I had to walk away from since my shift had been completed for the day.
The artist assistant handled it well, though I was willing to carry on by their side, it was time for me to head out for the day. I was willing to stay those extra minutes, but it would need to be approved in advance if I wanted to get paid for it.
One doesn’t know how the artist visit will turn out or for how long until the moment arises, making asking in advance for the opportunity to stay a little bit later an unknown proposition.
Generally, the artists have been good and easy to interact with. There were a few where it was not to be, but that is somewhat expected and is dealt with accordingly. They are all supported and assisted nonetheless, but if they are pleasant, it makes all the difference in the world for all parties.
1:11 p.m., rainy afternoon underneath the scaffold across the street from my office. Smoking a Romeo a Julieta mini cigar, which a passerby just commented upon with favorable words.
It is cold and damp, and supposed to be even colder tonight, which I will be prepared for at least apparel-wise
Bill is visiting friends in Poughkeepsie today and won’t be back until tomorrow, meaning I will be home alone tonight, no Bill, no Mike, just me.
There is the intention to go to bed early, so I’m looking at 10:00 p.m., so anything is possible. I do intend on having radio silence at that time.
Today in the office, Yancy has on his calendar and he will be visiting my office from 2:30 until 5:00 p.m., which I’d rather not, but I have no say in the matter, so I have to sit back and let it happen.
I was scheduled last week to go to the main fruit stands on Wednesday, and then on Friday was told I would not be doing that, and today, Marcus said I will be. Unless I get it in writing or hear it directly from Yancey, I have no idea where I will be on Wednesday.
Where is last week was three or four very nice days, today is the opposite of that, and like I said, the temperatures will drop down tonight
I had a good time with Mike over the weekend; it was very pleasant and enjoyable. Bill came home last night, which was very pleasant and enjoyable. Mike and I watched Frankenstein, which was very, very good
No Bulbs
On Friday, as I was getting ready for work put a drop of THC in my coffee. Then I took a hit from a vape that I had purchased at housing work last week. It was an experiment that will most likely not be repeated again since it was made on the day crawl.
When I got home, I was very, very tired. I was awake enough to do my laundry, and when Mike showed up, I did his laundry.
Bill hated the fact that I had been doing laundry for Mike. It meant nothing to me, it’s just a few extra clothes in the washer, but now Mike pays for the service, and Bill seems to have changed his mind somewhat.
After the laundry, Mike and I watched Frankenstein, and soon after that, I went to bed, where I slept quite soundly. I ignored the alarms when they went off in the morning, and I slept past my usual time to wake up.
As I stood outside underneath the scaffold, something my mini cigar the Fall popped into my head, specifically their song No Bulbs. And that is what is currently playing as I dictate these notes into the phone to be edited there when I get home.
I went to the bibliothèque yesterday and picked up a book about The Cars called Let the Stories Be Told. It looks good, an entertaining read. Once again, I forgot the name of a woman I had been speaking to for the past 15 years.
Her name is Deborah, and I called her Diane, and she called me out on it. I am determined to make an effort to remember her name. I blamed my forgetfulness on smoking too much weed.
Yeah, right.
