A wet and damp 51°, May morning, Thursday. I got to work 20 minutes early, which was surprising to me. The train was a little bit crowded, but tomorrow being Friday and a holiday weekend, there’ll be fewer people on the train. The weather leaves a lot to be desired, and I don’t know what the weather will be this weekend. I hope to get a bike ride in, but that’s not up to me.

Doing some more training for the agency that placed me here, as well as listening to Fleetwood Mac’s greatest hits, which is quite a collection. Today’s training is regarding DEI diversity, equity, and inclusion, which is something that I’ve been doing all of my life. Nice to see that this agency is catching up to me. It sounds like they’re training me to be me. I suppose other people are not like me and need to be trained, but it seems like common sense to me.

Some of these people’s parents were their allies growing up I can’t say mine were allies growing u,p and I also can’t say they were enemies either. How to be a decent, well-rounded person that’s willing to help people that do not have the same advantages that I have, no one’s taught me that, that’s something that I’ve learned myself on my own.

Don’t get me wrong…I am not all that.

They use the acronym RISE which stands for respect, integrity, service, and excellence. It’s all weeks of HR methods which are for the benefit of the company and not the employee. They don’t want to see a separation between the employer and employee but that’s not how it works is it?

“Acknowledge that you will make mistakes and that you are working towards a better tomorrow.”
“Stop, drop, and roll, refresh.”

Stop and don’t respond right away. Take a breath before speaking or acting.
Drop your assumptions, assess the situation ask questions without judgment.
Roll with the right thing to do, live by our values? Follow our policies…”I’ve been here for a month, I’ve been doing these things for decades since the 20th century.

I was just reading a little something about the movie The Witches of Eastwick, which came out in 1987, which happened to be the year I was in North Carolina with Mary and Julie and Martha and Steven and Susan, and I left early to go see Wire in Philadelphia. I still have not seen The Witches of Eastwick from start to finish.

That might be a good story to post sometime, the North Carolina Kitty Hawk story. David Lynch’s land and LSD. Strange times indeed. The Asian Pacific Islanders group and the Jewish employees are having events on the same day in the same building. Could be trouble!

It’s still gray and damp. 50° right now. Not very nice weather for May. I just hope the weather improves. Whatever plans were made with Mike for the weekend are up in the air. It’s always something, it seems.

Time flies faster downtown, and it slows in midtown, in the Herald Square Madison Square Garden area. Where yesterday was blue skies and sunny back downtown, it’s gray, gray, gray. It was cold at lunch time 50° in May and that was no fun.

I went to the Farmers market and bought some chocolate cake bread, one for m,e one for Bill, one for Mike. Whether or not it lasts is not up to me, although it might be. I am basically burnt out on the day’s work, the agency that placed me here has me doing these endless training things, plus I have to pick out some benefits and I was overwhelmed and basically toast after a couple of hours of that and that affected my job and the office that I work in.

But it wasn’t that busy, and I still got things done, but now I am coasting for another 21 minutes. It is cold and damp out, and it is only Wednesday, though it feels like Thursday, and I keep fooling myself each time I think about it.

Bill is in Westchester County, driving students around to run around on the field in the rain and the damp. I had done that 45 years ago, and I didn’t like it then, and I don’t like it now. 18 minutes as the clock crawls. I stretch, I growl, and they’re not around as to be off-putting, I don’t know. I work with guys mainly, and they don’t say anything.

I looked up some former co-workers at Bratty McGrotty on BlinkedIn. Daisy is more than likely out of the picture, perhaps she’s landing in the territory known as a Sheree Draft land. It wouldn’t make sense that I don’t blame her any other way.

I’ve been playing the Grace Jones playlist for the past hour or two, and I’ve been enjoying it and like I said, I work with guys that don’t say much, so if they got something to say, they ain’t saying it to me.

Mike is coming over this weekend, so that could be fun. We have tons of plans to take photographs and smoke cigars. Anything else is off the menu but can be ordered with proper notice. I’m a man eating machine, says Grace Jones and I do not have the cojones to argue.

I’m not sure if I mentioned I am reading Robyn Hitchcock’s 1967 memoir. It’s enjoyable and an influence, no doubt. I’m halfway through with it, almost done with it. Beresford Marcus has just left the building, so that the atmosphere somewhere somewhat lightened. He’s an amenable type, hard to read sometimes…Sometimes I try to engage, but most of the time I stand aside.

Now Calvin Broadus is talking on a speaker loudly right above my head. I can’t say I was much of a fan of Calvin’s but when I saw him hanging out with L’Orange Merde, any respect I might have had for him diminished quite a bit.

I’ve got 6 minutes to get through and I’m sure I can the guys who set up the sound of walked away leaving me with the sound of nothing which just happened. I’m somewhat grateful.

We prayed upon the appraised prey at the parade about being praised