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.

It is a Monday once more. Grey, and drizzly, and damp, and a cold 41°. I did attend the cigar social alone. Bill encouraged it, but Mike was unable to join me. It was my third visit and it wasn’t as enjoyable as the previous visits. There were a few guys there that I met the week before, Jack who hosts, Dave, Brent, and Shane. There were other guys who were introduced to but not much beyond a nod of the head.

The wonderful Von Harris was nowhere to be found, which disappointed me. Other gents showed up who the regulars knew and hadn’t seen in a while, so there was catching up to do. I tried interjecting myself in their conversations. One was about Alan Cumming and another chat was about Andrew Scott. My words were accepted in the conversations but there was not much more than that.

I was not in the best of moods anyway. I applied for a job and had two interviews that went well. I was told a few days later the job was mine. Paperwork was going to be sent, and I filled out each article as it arrived via PDF. I was in a holding pattern and on Friday afternoon, I received an email that I was not being considered.

It seems that in my desire to get a job, I applied for a few positions in the same company, and this was a rejection letter from one of those applications. I emailed my interviewer thanking her for her time, and she replied today, asking what the email was about. I told her, and she asked that I forward the rejection email.

That was when I found out that it was for a different job; my offer still stands while they follow my background check. The initial offer email stated that I should keep looking for work while they did whatever it was they do for my onboarding process. And so I continue to send out applications.

Today, I had a camera interview that followed a brief phone interview, and I believe it went well. So much so, that I have another phone briefing before a camera interview tomorrow. It’s a bit nerve-wrecking after not having any real leads at all to coming to a fork in the road, the roda, which was offered though not 100% certain, or another job, which might require starting next week, instead of the other job starting the following Monday.

Bill is on the road again, and Mike was supposed to come over and spend the week hanging out here, but external forces at work put the kibosh on that. He was disappointed, I’ve been disappointed. Things got better over the weekend. He never really hung out with guys like me and Bill. We offer a safe space so he can freely speak his mind, and we watch movies and TV shows he might not have seen before.

But the 2nd runner-up in the Darwin Awards put a stop to that. It’s all a part of Mike’s story, which is his to tell and not mine. I do wish he were here and I certainly wish Bill was here; I miss their company, or as they like to call it, their PRESENCE.

Sad news that Dave Allen, the bass player from Gang of Four passed away over the weekend and I woke up to the news that Clem Burke, Blondie drummer had also shed his mortal coil.