I think I’m hypoglycemic. I don’t eat and it all goes to shit. The good doctor Sunshine, aka my sister has the same thing when she doesn’t eat. My mood, my sexual frustration yesterday can all be tied to not eating. So I will eat when necessary. Work, which has been pissing me off, is a major factor in the stress level. Today the Persian Bitch insisted that I meet with Helen Devilakos and the guy that the Persian Bitch supports.

So we sat in the conference room and I was presented with the Persian Bitch’s accusations. I book conference rooms when needed. The Persian Bitch told Helen Devilakos that I change rooms that she has booked without telling her. That is not true. If it does happen I find a different room if the room that was booked runs over from a previous meeting. She says I do this to make her look inept. I don’t have to make her look inept, she IS inept. She insists that it happened on more than one occasion.

On another occasion as I’m doing my daily drudgery, stocking the fridge with Poland Spring, her Louis Vuitton bag was in the way and I said, “could you please move your bag?” With heavy sighing and huffing and puffing she did, but I cannot believe she complained about having to move her bag. This chick is a fucking bitch!

Next up was the accusation that I block her way, or jump in her way if I am walking down the hall or through a doorway. More fucking bullshit. I try not to have anything to do with this bitch, why would I want to be in her way and see her freeze dried face? I explained that I try to minimize any contact with her. I mentioned that I was advised to avoid her by her former coworkers.

Now this made Helen Devilakos think that I was doing research on the Persian Bitch. I explained that I am not doing research on the bitch, just that my partner, Bill had worked with her. And one night while hanging out with them, the coworkers found out that I was working for the Persian Bitch and they had advised me to stay the fuck away from her.

Helen Devilakos proceeds to say that this has got to end. I agree. She mentions that the Persian Bitch is willing to sit down with me and get past this. I say that I don’t want to be alone with this woman. Not for what I may do, because I wouldn’t do a thing, more like what she would say that I did. Helen Devilakos says that she’d be sitting in on this meeting. The two of them. Helen and the Persian Bitch. Two women that have knives out for me.

A team building exercise is on the board for Tuesday at 4PM. An outside team builder is going to come in and tell the support staff how to get along. And if it doesn’t work then whoever is not getting along will be fired. The guy the Persian Bitch supports finally chimes in and says how fed up with the situation. He hasn’t seen shit like this since he graduated in 1993.

He says it’s too cliquish. He gets paid a lot of money. Not for this, but for making money. He’s good at it, but his personal observation skills are mainly for stating the obvious. He is a nice guy though. Just don’t hire him for any detective work. Not even in a Clouseau sense.

So there is a team building thing happening and the guy who the Persian Bitch supports suggested we go to it, meaning the support staff, without skepticism. Helen Devilakos agrees and says we should go into the meeting without predjudice-ness. Yes, really, an exact quote. I recorded the meeting with my pocket tape recorder.

Last night was quite entertaining with my brother Frank. Unfortunately we inadvertently shut Bill out most of the time. Such constant riffing and free associating can be difficult and not to mention the in jokes. Only Brian or Annemarie would be able to keep the pace, we’re that exclusive. Out of the partners or spouses, Elaine, by default would probably be the one who has the best chance to understanding the four siblings since she’s been married to Frank for ages. 30 years? More? It’s a blur.

Playing a track from REM’s ‘Murmur’. Their first album. Man it takes me back to a trip down to visit my cousins for a family reunion. I am so there in the back seat playing ‘Perfect Circle’ on my brand new Walkman2. Visiting the cousins from my mother’s side. The Bordentown contingent. A lovely and lively bunch.

Bill got up early this morning and did my morning routine of bagels and newspapers. I slept in which was quite nice. Slept rather well. Woke up at my leisure, read the papers, had some eggs. Bill had left to fulfill some familial duties.

Today was ST. Patrick’s Day in Hoboken and remembering from past experiences I knew that the bars and pubs would be full at 11AM. By 3PM there will be lines outside of them. It was a bright and sunny day and cold with a nasty bitter wind. Perfect weather for the Irish to have a parade no? Puerto Ricans have the right idea.

So I bundled up, got the camera, the Ipod and of course a Padron. Wandered around on my own. Last year met up with Rand and Lisa but haven’t heard from them in a while. Are they busy? Jehovah’s Witnesses? Am I on the outs? Is it 4:20?

Now playing ‘Isn’t It A Pity’ by George Harrison. I remember I bought this form Annemarie when I visited Arcata in 2001. Really a great record, lush production. I remember Anne saying she forgot how many great songs are on it. I remember going through Two Guy’s Department Store playing it on my pre boombox tape recorder. Loudly.

Bill just called and he’s babysitting his nephews/cousins. For free. I told him babysitters get PAID. The concept escapes him. Then again the last time I baby-sat, I got paid in food and access to cable TV.

Back to the parade. I found an old friend Gary from McSwells. He was watching the parade with his bud Danny from the prime vantage point of my bus stop. Various commentaries from the three of us as various groupings representing city hall, fire departments from around the area and different bars and pubs with a sprinkling of brand recognition pass us by.

And of course that brand recognition did its job and triggered an appetitive for Guinness. I mentioned this to Gary and Danny who seemed nonplussed at the idea. Could it be I forgot that Gary is a nocturnal drinker? But maybe they just vanted to be alone.

They split when the parade ended and I moseyed over to the Liquor store and bought a four pack of Guinness which I didn’t touch until the sun went down. Some kind of restraint.

here’s some pics