Extraneous

Thursday June 12th it is hot out on 5th avenue I sit in the shade of the building I work in not sure if I were going to be moving or just sitting here for the next hour I am smoking a mini cigar and I am fine with everything so far but having said that I just opened the door for a jinx.

Mike came over last night, Bill and I helped him with his resume, which was very creative on our end since it’s not much to work with on his end. I had worked on his resume over the weekend and then set it into AI, and the artificial intelligence did a good job on it. Then we gave it to Bill, who treated some more and was able to print it out on his computer.

Mike had an interview today, and unfortunately, he is about to learn “you might think you’re the best for the job…you might think you’re the only one for the job…that doesn’t mean you’re going to get that job.”

Which is why you have to keep throwing stuff at the wall and see what sticks. I like to think that Bill and I are helping him out with this, and I know we are I don’t know if it’s appreciated, but I’m sure it might be.

I only wish she had more employment history than the few threads that we have to work with and make something out of it. A mailroom gig would be fine, but you need to have experience. And Mike’s history does raise a yellow card, but then again, it all depends on who’s looking at the yellow card and who’s looking at the red card.

Once again, I am dictating into the phone to transcribe later on and post on this here blog.

Once again, Jimmy Chile stepped up and helped me out with my computer, which was actually needed to not just me sitting there wondering what to do.

Once again, Marcus is very dry and nearly impossible to read, but he’s talking or making a joke, it’s hard to tell the difference between the two. It is hot, it is oppressive, and I am content to sit in the shade and not move because I know that if I even move around the block I’ll come back drenched like a sponge, so the shadows is where I sit.

There was an attractive man who ran by, who is the featured photo for today.

I am working with a skeleton crew; three out of five teammates are working, two are out for some reason, none of my business.

Mike’s birthday is Saturday, and I do have a plan, which is a bit extravagant, but if I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t do it.

Bill is doing a road trip to the nation’s capital this weekend which also features L’Orange Merde and a parade to celebrate the turds anniversary of the slime coming alive.
That is about it for now, I’ve reached my goal, anything else will be extraneous.

I do not need to get any more LinkedIn suggestions to add David Siegel to my list.
I sit and look at my phone like all these other people that I make fun of, but I am actually doing things that they are probably doing, I just don’t know hahaha.

A Forgotten Watch

Forgot to wear the watch which means I will be looking at my wrist throughout the day on this Wednesday June 11th. I slept soundly through the night and woke up with no recollection of the day before. Well there was recollection but they’re holes in that recollection like Swiss cheese.

Looking in my bag this morning I realized that I did not give Mike his resumes that I had printed out for him. So I called him but he wasn’t picking up his phone and finally he called me back after an hour or so and told me that he was seeing me tonight and I can give him the resumes then.

I had no idea I was doing that. Perhaps there was an idea, perhaps there was half asleep or half awake like that glass is half full or is it half empty?

So I’m wearing a shirt that I bought a couple of weeks ago from Old Navy. It’s a nice green and white striped shirt, and as I’m drinking a cup of coffee as I usually do I spilled some on my new shirt. I ran off for some cold water on it and that seemed to do the trick even though in my mind’s eye I still see the coffee stand on the new shirt and I spent a few times this morning soaking in cold water on it just so I’d satisfy my paranoid curiosity.

Since I am in the far-fetched neighborhood I was thinking about farfactured I don’t know how they’re finances were fired in 2009 but they seem to be doing all right but I’m pretty sure that the pandemic would have put an end to their Enterprise. Pretty baby by Blondie plays in my head right now.

Another summer day in spring is 81° right now and I am happy it’s not raining. I’m outside my building smoking a mini cigar on my lunch break.

A few weeks ago, well red eyed in front of the computer I was falling for a Facebook advertisement about dying the beard. I fell for it Hook line and sinker and ordered the product and it took a while for me to get it but I eventually got it and I followed the instructions and applied liberally and it came out horrible like I was eating a chocolate powdered donut and I immediately shaved off my beard and now I’m waiting for it to grow back.

The lesson learned is not to fall for Facebook ads when one is quite stoned. I was just thinking of Bratty McGrotty and how much better off I am now that I was then.

Fare thee well, Sly Stone
Fare thee well, Brian Wilson
I loved them both, but my affection is deeper for Brian Wilson. My brother Frank adored the Beach Boys, so I certainly heard enough of them growing. Hearing that Brian Wilson passed away today, I felt like I was saying goodbye to my brother Frank again.