It’s been another cold and damp day in Hoboken. In Jersey City, it was cold and rainy. I know because I was in both towns today. And Jersey City was mere minutes after a helicopter crashed into the Hudson River, killing all aboard. The sky had a few news copters hovering about. I knew that it would be the main story today on the local news, and I just kept moving along in an attempt to stay warm as I walked over to see Mike.

I had a bag full of his stuff, clothes, socks, underwear, and sneakers, as well as a nail clipper to replace the one he had lost. Bill made an appearance since the people he was driving wound up nearby for a few hours. Bill took it upon himself to get on the light rail to Hoboken. He was here for a little over an hour, which was good.

I was chillin’ though, and he had some questions about things I did not want to think about. So those things were brought to the forefront, leaving my mellow to be unduly harsh. I wasn’t in the best frame of mind since I did not sleep too well the night before. I tossed and turned before getting out of bed and trying to get some sleep about 20 minutes later, which did the job of sleep, but not restful or deep.

Bill’s questions were all about the job, and even Mike had some questions. I know it’s a Monday through Friday job, but I don’t know the hours, though they are normal office hours as far as I could tell. Bill didn’t mean to, but he made me anxious, which did not serve me at all. And the walk to meet up with Mike didn’t help since I was in the thick of the aftermath of the helicopter crash.

The walk with Mike was good, but it started to rain. I enjoyed most of a cigar, nonetheless letting it fade out since I knew I would be taking the train back to Hoboken instead of gathering steps as my original plan was. Before I made it to Jersey City, I walked down Washington Street after getting a cigar from Imram.

I made it a point to swing by DoneRight Kebab, a new Halal restaurant on the Avenue. Last night I had a sample from the restaurant and it was sooo good. I walked by again and saw the young woman again, and nabbed another sample. Last night’s sample was a chicken wrap, today was a lamb and chicken combo, which was sooo good once again. I told Mike about it and he seemed interested, but he may have been being nice.

The mood today matched the weather, the rain falls down on a humdrum town. Q-Tip from A Tribe Called Quest is 55 years old today, and Terre Roche from The Roches is 72. I posted videos from each on social medias to celebrate them and the gifts they gave us.

Today was Thursday.

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.