Sixes and sevens and nines

So I work at the fruit stand, but not of the fruit stand. I am a deputy fire warden, but I will only tend to employees who work at the fruit stand but are not of the fruit stand. They can save themselves. It is a modest proposal.

Union Square partnership
The Rolling Stones Tumbling Dice plays in my head, and it’s a good sign to play in my head
It is Wednesday, November 19th, 1:29 p.m. I am heading out for a smoke of my little cigar. It was a long morning, with Yancey hanging around.

There was an email that was sent yesterday about how if you donate a Toys for Tots item, you were entered in a raffle, and today Yancey took it upon let me know, and I am not an employee and therefore not entitled to be in the raffle.

I will not be surprised that when it comes time to pick up this box of Toys for Tots, my two items will be the only ones in there, despite the fact that I’m not an employee of the fruit stand, I just work at the fruit stand.

I’m sitting at my spot, which is cold but not damp. My mother would tell me I would get a cold and in my tuchis if I sat on cold ground.

So there’s a gathering for employees and not employees from the fruit stand, and I was all set to go yesterday, and after conversing with the Yancey I was quite annoyed with that whole situation, even though I did not think about it until he brought it up.

I contacted the woman who is throwing the event. Tell her I wasn’t feeling too well, and she understood, but I think I am going to go regardless. It gives me a chance to leave around 3:45 to get up there at 4:00, and the event is from 4:00 until 5:30, but I think I’m just going to leave at 5:00 p.m., and Jimmy Chile is going as well, which should make it somewhat entertaining and perhaps not that uncomfortable

So the Mike situation… I tried calling him last night. A few times to know avail, no response. Left voicemail, no response. Don’t know what he’s doing, and I asked how he was, and I have no idea. He did reply to me this morning, but that’s as far as it got.

Bill is taking me to a play on Sunday afternoon which was written by a friend of his and I suggested we bring Mike and Bill was not too into that idea and after the non-communication with Mike I tend to agree that we will not bring him on Sunday. It will just be Bill and me in the city, which is probably how it should have been from the start.

One has to know how to approach Yancey and communicate with him. I admit I do push back. I told him I was on the outside looking and since I am not invited to these events that I see. He insisted that I was not on the outside, even though all evidence points to the contrary
I think he’s used to people just saying and deferring to whatever it is he has to say, and I should try to be that type of person more often, but my default is not that

Watching the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductions a few weeks ago, I found myself more interested in what the hip hop artists had to say than the rap and rollers.

Tuesday, November 18th 1:21 p.m. I am at my desk listening to the Herbie Hancock Megamix, waiting for 5 Seconds of Summer to arrive; a boy band from Australia.
I ate lunch, but I haven’t had lunch yet.

So there was some bad news last night from Mike. Apparently, the part-time job was not a part-time job, but rather a temporary job, and last night was the end date for that. There’s a great disappointment for all concerned, and now we have to scramble and find him something new.

That Dolan family are fucking rotten bastards all around from St Patrick’s Cathedral to Penn Station they can all go to hell. Nobody treats my son like that.

And unfortunately, Mike has been swimming in cash and spending it accordingly. Not much for saving, though I am not one to speak of such matters since I have been guilty of the same in the past.

But he has to hustle now and find something. It’s disappointing because he finally felt he was doing good and this was a job that was going to be good for him, and it was until they decided otherwise. Those fucking Dolans.

Today, Mike is with Bill, who is driving a U-Haul in Newark to pick up furniture that a friend of Mike’s, ‘Pop’ had bequeathed him.

I haven’t heard much from either one. I can only assume that things are okay, in fact, they are back in Jersey City headed towards Mike’s crib.

Today’s guests are from Australia, called 5 Seconds of Summer. I have no idea what they sound like, though they could sound like the noisy pop that is playing behind me right now.

The band that is playing behind me right now is called Thursday. They could be anyone, really, that’s how out of it I can be with regards to modern pop rock and boy bands, which seem to all fit in the mix together.

Bill and Mike are fast approaching 62 Jewett Avenue, then they get the furniture from the truck into the apartment, and then return the truck, at least that’s how it is on paper.

This morning I had to maintain camera and door access for the office that’s a half a mile away, and it went well, mostly, although there were problems with the camera dropping off the iPad and then taking a moment to reconnect, which led to the frustration of the person ringing the bell

Tomorrow morning, Yancy makes an appearance at my office from 8:00 until 12:00.
I am uncertain if he will be accompanied by Lex Luthor. That has been the plan for some time now, and tomorrow might be the time it comes into fruition with those two showing up.

I do feel bad for Mike; he had his heart set on this position. Despite its foibles, he was content and willing to put up with whatever they threw at him. I am disappointed in the Madison Square Garden entertainment and sports corporation. Rotten bastards all around