Everyone Everywhere

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6:30 PM, 67 degrees, Tuesday evening. Not bad. It was 50 something when I left the apartment this morning. No need for a winter coat that’s for sure. Woke up a bit late, and took my time leaving the apartment, still I was just a little bit late, yet in before everyone else. Saw someone I worked with a few years ago, a gent named Hill Benson. Nice guy, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him and plus I didn’t register on his radar, but still I took no chances and did my best to avoid him as I waited for a bagel to be toasted. It went well, I was out of there before any awkwardness could occur.

Today is April Fool’s Day. I wasn’t pranked and I was grateful though I did scare Lydia the receptionist. I scare her most everyday just saying hello to her. Today was intentional. I just stood behind her as she hung up her coat in the closet, and when she turned she screamed a bit. It was a laugh. Most of the office was in today, keeping me busy somewhat. Ran some errands and on one of those errands, I ran into Zephyr, someone I’ve been chatting with online. He came up to me actually, asking if I was John. Since I am John I answered, Yes.

He introduced himself, saying that we had chatted online and I said, ‘Zephyr?’ and he said yes, but his name is actually Paul. Handsome guy, that Paul. Glad to have made his acquaintance. He was off to work and I was off to the Post Office so there would be no hanky and no panky. But having met could possibly lead to a tryst somewhere down the line. He’s pursuing me, and I’m being chaste and chased.

An interesting development occurred that may or may not have something to do with Smiling Imelda. Yes, the ‘woman’ (with a real vagina, as she once wrote to me in an email) who supposedly won a $3 million dollar lawsuit against Wanker Banker, due mainly to the distress that occurred when she read about my encounters with her. Basically I put the spotlight on her and her path of inaccuracies. In her email telling me about her $3 million dollars and her real vagina, she told me that she had moved to Italy and was living the high life. A low life living the high life is quite an accomplishment, clawing her way to the top, sometimes doing a horizontal mambo I bet.

Well she didn’t move to Italy and there was no lawsuit. She moved to San Francisco where she was just a secretary at Walter Fjord and Company. I found all this out vis a vis the internet. It was all very easy, but then again so was Smiling Imelda. She was fond of calling this my Bridget Jones diary. Witty she wasn’t, and far from original, but I’m sure it was the very best she could do. She left that company and soon found someone to finance her retail operation in San Francisco, called something like, Poopy Jelly or words to that effect. I know the actual name, but why pollute the internet and give her free publicity?

There was a mention of Poopy Jelly in SF Gate or something like that that mentioned that she was a former bond trader, which no one ever heard of before, none of the remnants of Wanker Banker knew of it. But the most galling thing, was the fact that she claims to be a survivor of the 9/11 World Trade Center attack. That was totally unknown before and I, as well as a few others that I mentioned this to were disgusted by this.

Perhaps she was in Manhattan when the attacks occurred, as was I, but I never claimed to be a survivor of the attacks. I have my doubts and as years go by from that fateful day, other people who claimed to be survivors of the attacks are being found out one way or another, so perhaps her day will come, if she isn’t telling the truth and her record of falsehoods, speaks for itself.

So on this April Fools Day, I get a call from Alan Neckbone from Walter Fjord and Company in San Francisco with a possible deal regarding DNA Inc. I took whatever information I could get from Mr. Neckbone and ran over to Vivek and asked him if he wanted to take the call. He took the call and afterwards, about an hour later I asked how the call went. He said it was good and quite possibly something he was looking for. I didn’t mention anything about Smiling Imelda and our antagonistic history. Why bring up trash, when the trash should be curbside?

If I ever find myself on Union Street in San Francisco, I’ll make it a point to avoid stepping into Poopy Jelly and I would suggest that you do the same.

Another interesting development was the fact that I ordered a Notary Public book, since I plan on taking the Notary test for work. It was discussed a few times in the past, but I decided to take matters into my own hands. So there’s a test down the line, but from what I heard it’s an easy test. Just read the book and I should pass. I hate tests and never do well at them. Well at least in the past. I did take an online IQ test and didn’t really apply myself and somehow wound up with a 137. So I’ll keep you posted on that subject of notoriety.

I also sent in a picture to http://www.savedarfur.org/page/content/china_photopetition/. Check it out.
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Above The Clouds

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Man is it a dreary Monday or what? Warm, a bit but drizzly all day long. Perfect weather for a Monday. Last night was very mellow, Bill came home. That was nice, many tales to tell about what he’s been up to. He’s stage managing a play that opens soon. It seems to be going well. He made himself a nice pasta supper, I’m pretty sure he enjoyed it. He was nice enough to leave the pots and pans in the sink. I let them soak last night, and they were there, just waiting for me in the sink when I came home an hour ago.

I really can’t complain, since I can wash the pots and pans myself, and I’m sure I’ve done it myself at some point. Hey- if you want to use them, then somebody has got to clean them. That’s just one of the differences between Bill and myself. I can make a pasta dinner in one pot, and wash them immediately after I’ve eaten. I even prefer to make him his dinner since I can do it faster with more efficiency. But this is how it’s been and I’ve basically resigned myself to it. I watched John Adams, part four. Adams is being sent as an envoy to the Court of St. James, meeting King George III, Adams was accompanied by his wife Abigail. A few scenes with Thomas Jefferson last night as well. Jefferson is quite an interesting character.

Almost makes me want to rent Merchant Ivory’s Jefferson in Paris, starring Nick Nolte. Was never so inclined before, I guess it’s the influence of the mini series. Paul Giamatti is a difficult actor sometimes, though he’s excellent as John Adams. There was a scene in the show last night when John and Abigail were disembarking from a ship from England and there was fanfare to greet them. My first thought was that the crowds were there for someone else. But no, I was wrong. Who else would it be? John Adams was regarded as a hero returning. There was an interesting scene for Washington’s inauguration, Washington repeating the words of the Justice, and where the Justice was yelling the words, Washington, spoke very quietly causing everyone to strain to hear what he was saying. I doubt if someone standing next to Washington would have heard the oath of office.

It was similar to the Sermon on the Mount in the Life of Brian, though in that film, people in the distance, Brian’s crowd, kept mishearing everything that Jesus was saying, which was probably how it actually turned out. ‘Blessed are the cheese makers?’ ‘I think he meant all dairy products.’ Tried watching Tracy Ullmann last night, but sometimes I just don’t get her, or rather, I have to be in the mood for her. Forgot what we watched after that, obviously it made little or no impression.

Work was slow today and everyone was in. The company that had been leasing the office space with us cleared out. They’re still on the lease until next year but it was sad to see these people go. No heartbreaking sadness, just knowing the office will definitely be emptier without them. Moe came in today as well. Today was supposed to be his last day, but according to him, it wasn’t. He’ll be freelancing somehow and still in the office. He’s still the fast talker and a harbinger of doom. He was going on about how the partners were going to have to take a pay cut (?) and that heads will roll. He made a point to tell me that one of the heads wasn’t mine. But how much of what he has to say is bullshit? I guess time will tell.