It really is an easy job. The worst thing about it is having to wake up in the morning at 6:25 a.m. And if that’s all I have to complain about, I really have nothing to complain about. I do have to get to bed earlier than I did last night, or at least get back into the routine, which I neglected for the past two weeks

Mike has been outstanding filling in for Bill when Bill is on the road, and Bill is going to be gone for 2 weeks. Mike does have his beloved coming in for a few days, so I don’t know how that’s going to work out. We shall see…

So the United States has invaded Venezuela, taking out Maduro and his wife, and where the neighborhood bully is out on the same level as Russia and China doing whatever we want and by doing so it seems that Russia will be able to fully invade Ukraine and China will be able to take over Taiwan because if we can do shit like that why can’t they?

It’s probably going to be quiet here all week at the little fruit stand on Wednesday. I’ll be working at the major fruit stand all day, not my favorite, but it’s a small price to pay; it’s a good job that I have, and if I have to jump through hoops like that, then God damn it, I will.

I’m not sure if I ever followed that train of thought that I posted a few weeks ago about the first job and I had, and how easy it was for me because of the good graces of my mother. That set the tone for every job that I’ve had ever since.

I suppose on a large scale, I just never have taken any job that I’ve had too seriously, always hoping for either a revolution or something fabulous. Nothing has happened, but I have found myself in good situations with good people from Murdoch magazines to Skyline Studios to Right Track Studios to working for Arif Mardin and then Arista Records.

After Arista, I was at Staffmark and didn’t take it seriously at all, which they probably got tired of and showed me the door, which I had seen when I was walking through it. Then I wound up at Putnam Lovell AKA wanker banker, which is how I pronounced them in 2005, and I just started this here blog

And even though it was uptight and financial, I still didn’t take it seriously. Working for Wolff Olins is incredibly stupid, and my dedication to it was diminishing at best, and I still did not take the job seriously.

I suppose I should start taking this position seriously. What else do I have to do?
I enjoy the people I work with, they seem to enjoy me, and it’s a good position. If I have to work at the fruit stands headquarters for a few hours in the middle of the week so be it. I can do it, I’ve done it before, and I will do it again

With Mike around, I watched a lot of movies. I finished the first John Wick movie of all four of them. We watched The Lord of the Rings extended editions, we also watched The Dead Zone, and a few other things which escape me at the moment.

Last year, I discovered Labi Siffre only 55 years after he arrived on the scene. This song that got me was called bless the telephone which was quite touching and beautiful, and still moves me. I played that as well as the Hammond song by the Roches.

I sort of expected a road to Damascus moment with regards to Mike hearing this music and having him say oh my Go,d this is beautiful, what is this but it didn’t register like that at all if it registered at all.

Mike is a hip hop kid, and that’s what he knows, and he has taken to ribbing me about my Beatles infatuations.

There’s about two and a half hours left of my workday. I died for Monday, not bad for a return to work, people to come in, but didn’t stay long since there was nothing happening, and it doesn’t seem like anything is happening here at this fruit stand for the most of this week.

This entry has been dictated

Tuesday, December 9th, 2025, when I woke up, it was 17°. When I left the apartment, it was 17 degrees; now it is 26°.

Bill is on the road. He sent me his itinerary, which I got last night, and it doesn’t seem to be in effect. I don’t know why, but here we are.

So Mike had called up earlier in the night and it was good but me and Bill were in the middle of something so I told him I’d call him back, and after Bill went to bed, I called him bac,k and he said, “I want to talk to you about something,” which generally does not lead to anything good.

So, as I was anticipating either something that I had done or perhaps a joke, he proceeded to tell me about how he does not like to be on speakerphone, as he was on speakerphone at that very moment.

And I admit I didn’t want to hear it either on speakerphone or holding the phone to my ear. It put me in a bad mood, and I did not want to be on the phone with him after that. Lately, we’ve had phone calls that lasted almost an hour, but last night, it was 8 minutes.

Excuse me for being too sensitive, which I remember someone saying to my brother Frank back in the day, and Frank was greatly put off by that, since people have been telling him all of his life that he’s too sensitive.

Mike should be directing his love towards his beloved in the Bay Area.

I don’t know why, but there’s a lot of sadness right now in my heart. I have to work at the major fruit stands tomorrow, and I really do not want to. I have no say in the matter of course.

Yancy did my head in this morning, and it set the tone for the rest of the day. I could not argue with him or stand my ground; I just had to accept that he thought he was right and he thought I was wrong when it was the opposite. It made me think I was losing my mind.

Tomorrow I have to work around him at the main fruit stand, and I am not looking forward to it. I’ll be fine once I’m there; it’s just the dread of being around him. One generally knows what they’re going to get with Yancy, though I can only speak of my time working alongside him since April, earlier this year.

I finished The Cars: Let The Story Be Told by Bill Janowitz. I enjoyed it mostly. Towards the end, they don’t have much to do with each other except for Ric and Greg. Ben became an alcoholic and gun enthusiast, and a 2nd level rock star. Elliot and Dave do what they can successfully. Ric was a dick, though. An odd character in general.

I still think their first album is classic, with the second, third, and fourth albums providing diminishing results to my ears.