St. Mary’s Belles

Crazy dreams bled into each other, involving work situations. One involved me throwing a book at a sign that was hanging from the ceiling that I kept missing, and I didn’t realize I was on camera, but a lot of people saw it, and I became persona non grata. Different employees I worked with over the years all kept popping up. Elevators and bathrooms kept moving, and where they used to be, people with different names, which I kept calling incorrectly

It was a frustrating dream just this side of a nightmare. It had a lingering effect for a while after I had woken up.

Today is the fruit stand’s last meeting of the year for my betters. I sat and watched on camera as they ate and drank their food and little snacks. Just a little bit inconsiderate, but then again this end of the year is nothing but inconsideration

A list was provided for full-time employees of the fruit stand that was spoken of where full-time employees of the food stand can get discounted products that do not apply to contracted fruit pickers like myself

Basically, it’s one of the situations where the lines are drawn quite clearly, you are with us, but you are not us.

Tonight I have to attend Yancey’s get together, and then tomorrow morning I have to attend the meeting at that midtown fruit stand, which should be a drag as it feels like it is all right that day before.

This afternoon, a young woman who was born 30-plus years ago perhaps is coming in to tell me how to do the job that I’ve been doing since before she was born

The day started okay, but as I careen through the middle of the day, I am having an existential crisis, whereas I am thinking this is also pointless, and it really is.

I have to come up with goals for 2026, and they cannot be the same goals that I have for 2025. Whatever happened to showing up at a job and just doing the job, and then going home? It seems that the company that placed me at the fruit stand wants to have a lot of control over my life.

Now technically, I can retire in 3 years but I’m almost not ready for that at all, financially speaking.

Yes, this is a job that lots of people would kill to have, and here I am with it, but I find the pressures that are attached to the job or enormous and not so subtle.

And with that and the dream that I had last night, employment is just a nightmare, isn’t it?

I found myself complaining to Mike about this job, and the thing i,s I’m complaining about a job to someone who’s looking for work, which is something that was very similar to Annemarie complaining about her job when I was out of work all those years ago.

The super did show up, and I think he did what he intended to do, so we won’t know until tomorrow when I try to figure out how to do laundry, or if I’m able to do laundry.

Scott Miskoff

Today has been Tuesday, December 17th, 2025
It is cold out, but not as cold as it has been, so it’s relatively pleasant. Yancey had just left a little while ago. He was here during his visit, which means sitting on the couch 10 ft away from me and looking at his laptop, and doing work there.

Everyone else was on standby and pins and needles, so no one really stopped by, although Marcus and Yancy had interesting conversations and which I joined in on occasionally

I am attempting the late lunch once again. It worked well yesterday, so much so that all I had was a banana when I came home from work. And that was enough. I enjoyed the late lunch, it was Wendy’s, and it wasn’t bad, probably wasn’t that healthy, but it wasn’t the worst either

Bill and I caught up on Jeopardy yesterday, as well as two episodes of the Showtime series The Man Who Fell to Earth, which I’ve been enjoying and Bill has sort of been watching when he’s not looking at his tablet or phone.

I am thinking of getting halal food for lunch at a later time. We will see how week number four goes with this crew on 6th Avenue and 18th Street, as I said, the first visit was excellent, and each visit has been a little bit less than that.

Yancey is hosting a small get together after work tomorrow, and I am ambivalent about it. That part of me thinks I should go and make an appearance, even though that appearance is about 20 blocks away, whereas the PATH train is less than a block away

The week is halfway done, and as I had mentioned previously, I will be off the last 2 weeks of the year, taking 6 days off and applying them to the four days off as holidays as well as the weekend. It’s not a bad deal for me, I just want to sleep in

Bill is actually driving tomorrow, so that should alleviate some of the sadness that he has been going through the past couple of days. He’s been good at managing it, and I might have overstated his case yesterday It’s not as bad as all that I had said yesterday.

Should I make an appearance at Yancey’s little thing? I can go have a pint, socialize, smile have a hors d’oeuvre which is going to be passed around. It is at an Irish pub, and that could be a good thing, just a hello and a good night and an Irish exit perhaps

The super is supposed to stop by tonight around 7:00 p.m. to fix the sink, perhaps by using the snake once again to unclog whatever it is that is not happening. We shall see how that works out.

I have little or no faith, although part of me does wish I did so I could be happy about whatever it is that needs to be done