Monday, January 20. Hoboken. Still a bit under the weather. I thought I was feeling well enough this afternoon, able to go to the supermarket with Bill, but soon after that, I was fading fast. A nap was needed and acquired so that helped but ever since my head has been stuffy.
Just sitting around at home with Bill today. He’s off to some meeting somewhere out west from Hoboken which could be Jersey City or North Arlington as far as you’d know. That’s going to leave me lonely tomorrow but I am sure I will persevere.
Mike’s been great with phone calls but he’ll be working and so, not available all the time. I’m still busying myself with sending out resumes. I had a phone interview a week or so ago and another was tentatively scheduled depending on the client who decided it was not luxurious enough for their refined tastes. I had never heard of them and perhaps that’s because of their taking up so much space in that rarefied air.
It seems I won’t get anywhere near the salary of the last job and will have to aim lower than I had hoped. And there is also ageism to consider, it was hard enough to get my foot in the door in my fifties, but not that I’m no longer in that decade, it’s not any easier.
I see videos online of some celebrities walking down a hall filled with the assistants of a show all chanting and singing the celebrity’s name. I thought ‘Oh I can do that’, but realistically I am 30 to 40 years older than these cheerleaders. And my complexion is much too white. And I’m really not the cheerleading type.
Who’s kidding who? Add my age into the equation and they see me as Hank Hill’s father, Cotton Hill. I would’ve gone with Grandpa Simpson but he seems much too old. Who’s the ageist now?
Sometimes there is a flash from November and the freefall I found myself in (and continue to fall from). It was the loss of my routine and the fact that it seemed I wasted my life and time on a company that would get rid of me like that.
In hindsight I should have seen it coming, I mean I was warned and they were just looking for an opportunity, a slip-up to cause them to act. I’m certain Shahbudeen Khan offered little or no support at all, but that could be expected from such an impotent blood clot from Guyana.
I’ll more than likely be doing a shot of Nyquil again for sleep. It’s quite effective despite having an expiration date of 2024. A few family & friends are disappointed and angry with regard to things that are unrelated to Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday, yet an event that could prove to be catastrophic to this nation occurred today.
A return to idiocy, bitterness, and spite courtesy of the fell beasts and their foolish followers. The unbelievable return to power of L’Orange Merde.