Today was harrowing. Lots of stress. Invaded my sleep and dreams. Woke up troubled. Heaviness all around. Dreading going to the office despite telling myself that it’s a Monday and not so bad with fewer people around. The blinders are off though and I see Mohnki Cee Mohnki Dew for what they are.

Reading the Glassdoor reviews certainly helped with removing the rose-colored glasses. It is quite an insular place. People have been there for years and want to maintain the status quo.

I suppose the Legume regrets hiring me. It did seem like a good idea at the time and for a while there, it was. People leave, people change and I think they don’t know what to do with me. I’m not like anyone else and that causes problems.

I do have something that resembles intelligence and that is certainly in short supply. I’m certain that it cannot be found in the supply room so ordering it from la matrone enfermée dans le placard would not do anyone any good.

If I needed supplies rather than being in any way that could be considered beholden to la matrone enfermée dans le placard I would go to Target during my break time and buy them there or order them through Amazon.

I did mention that to Barbara Shorten who said I should expense that, as if they would be OK with me ordering things that are readily available in what Dante described centuries ago. Does the Legume read this I wonder? I’m sure that regarding the Legume, she must have other things to think about.

The belling of the cat works wonders and I should write a thank you note to Aesop. Those who know will know. Bill has been my rock, my knight in shining armor. He would like to cross paths with someone he will never meet if I can help it.

I did want him to meet the Legume but that was when things were happier when she and I were amiable. Everything has changed, everything has an expiration date.

Sidebar- A coworker who I disagree with about things that are political was stunned when I told him about the events of last week. He suggested contacting OSHA as well as Leticia James, while also suggesting suing Mohnki Cee Mohnki Dew.

That would be a tall order though as they do own the house and the house almost always wins. They have resources I don’t have, but I do have a winning smile and a quick wit which they do not possess.

Then there’s the election. I’m frightened by this election year. I could have sworn in 2004 that John Kerry would win and we know that didn’t happen. I have a slim hope that L’Orange Merde will go down in flames but I think I learned something in 2004 and that is a lot of people are really stupid.

Not that I’m super intelligent, but I think I’m smarter than most of them. And it’s not just the national election. Being in the tri-state area, we get the worst TV ads for the worst people in other states.

Oh, it’s awful. And while we won’t be seeing those TV ads after November 5, L’Orange Merde seeded the field with mistrust of the systems that worked just fine until the shithead rode down that escalator that Dante should have described. Maybe he did. I have never read The Inferno.

I am tired. I think I did my last bike ride for the year. Unless it warms up next weekend. WHo knows? Climate change could be a deciding factor. Too much of my mind has been consumed by the shenanigans of Mohnki Cee Mohnki Dew all weekend. Too much Mohnki business. Too much fear and loathing.

It even infected my dreams last night. And tomorrow I dive right back in again. A mitigating factor could be that Schlomo will be out for a few days this week. I can’t say I know about what the Legume would be up to, she plays her cards close to her vest. The hovering finger will be in place, just in case.

Input arrived and we were all on the same page. I also looked up some Glassdoor reviews about Mohnki Cee Mohnki Dew and found that I was in agreement with what was posted.

If the work situation wasn’t so dire, there is always the relentless drumbeat of the election. If you know me you know who I am voting for. The goddamned republican party is filled with idiots, racists, fascists, nazi thugs, and general scumbags.

I used to know some of them but they were disgusted with my liberal outlook despite a history of friendship and love. Some of them might be relatives.

I forgot to post a brief incident last night about bicycling yesterday afternoon. As I was cycling through Jersey City I was dependent on the largesse of drivers, they generally let me pedal through stop signs, knowing that I would be gone in seconds.

As I was crossing an intersection at Third and Jersey Ave, there was a pedestrian in the crosswalk. Of course, I did not want to hit them and impede my cycling progress, but they felt I was aiming for them (which I could have easily done) and the rather pedestrian young old man yelled out a feeble ‘Jesus Christ’ to which I replied ‘Yes, Jesus Christ indeed’ which upon reflection probably sounded like an endorsement of Jesus Christ.

Today there was a dad pushing a baby carriage and about to cross a street and still on the sidewalk. The dad is 5 feet away from me on the sidewalk. He is not in danger, the baby is safe in its carriage and I am just avoiding upcoming cobblestones on the street. But he had to say loud enough ‘There’s a bike path in the street you know big guy.’ So I replied ‘Yeah I know, big guy’.

I guess I can’t speak for other bicyclists as there are the delivery guys always hustling and the bicycle renters who don’t know much of anything regarding bicycle etiquette if there is such a thing. I do make those instant decisions to get around and to avoid people.

It was a bit chilly early this afternoon and I realized this might be it for the year, but like I said, with climate change, who knows?

On my way back, there were about a half dozen young people walking in my direction. I spot them from about 30 feet away so I stop and plant myself and my bike. They continue heading right towards me even though they have options to walk around me. I’m not moving and their spokesperson guy puts up his hands like ‘What?’

Then he says ‘Oh excuse us’. I said ‘Okay… keep going…good job, have a good day.’ I was reluctantly happy, knowing that if this was my last bike ride, I probably wouldn’t be seeing them again until April or May of 2025. They were probably going to see L’Orange Merde at Madison Square Garden this afternoon.