Every now and then in the past when I would see a graduate on the street and they’re in cap and gown and I would say ‘congratulations’ and they would be thankful…now I’m in the midst of graduation season and I’m on the edges of the NYU complex for the past couple of days I’ve seen nothing but graduates and I haven’t congratulated any of them, But I have heard other people do the same. So someone is picking up the slack that I’m dropping.

It’s Thursday, I’ve just had my meeting a few hours ago where I had to be an active participant, and I’m fairly certain I did well. I opened with a joke, which went over well, and my whole time speaking was probably no more than 3 minutes, which is fine by me.

I am currently walking down West 11th Street of which I do not recall the last time I walked down West 11th Street. My manager Mark, said he was going to Chick-fil-A for lunch and sort of knew how I felt about that, and I told him he was free to do whatever he’d like, and then I made a joke about silently judging him.

Hopefully, he realized it was a joke because it was. Mark made a comment about a coworker going to Starbucks, apparently as a boycott of Starbucks because Starbucks is pro-Israel. I joked that I go to Dunkin Donuts for my coffee, which seems to be pro Hamas, and I’m only saying that because of the women who work there while wearing a hijab. In this current climate of ultra sensitivity that could get me into trouble or even disappeared, who knows?

I seem to be doing all right at the job, I do not wake up with the apprehension that I’ve used to have with the previous gig. I am just wandering around in the part of Greenwich village where all the streets meander and weave into one another and street signs are not easily recognized.

Coming up is an intersection, and I think I will pass through it and at the next block make it right turn who knows where it will lead me to. I just look past the Art Bar which I hadn’t been to since the ’80s, after attending some event way back when.

And now I am walking on Horatio Street segueing into 13th Street, heading back to the office. It is quite humid out. I was just in a magazine store, and it was incredibly humid in there. I’ve just passed by the Center, and the last time I was here was for a job fair. I do not remember when that happened, but I do remember that nothing came of it.

The sky was blue for a few minutes earlier, it was nice, and I had hoped that it would be that way as I headed home tonight, but now it’s back to the gray, white clouds hovering low overhead. Tomorrow is Friday and I am happy about that, but like I said, the job is not stressful. I seem to be doing a good job, and they appreciate me doing the job that I do.

Happy birthday Brian Eno. 77 candles for him. Some time I will post my encounter with Brian Eno.

It is Wednesday, May 14th, 2025. I did the right thing last night. I was in bed by 9:30, asleep by about 9:45. Mike was over again. Bill stayed up with him while I went to bed, and I am so glad I went to bed so early I needed that sleep because the night before was not so good.

You see, the night before was the anniversary of my mother’s passing, which was 34 years ago. I posted a few songs that my mother liked and songs that reminded me of my mother on Facebook, but as I was going to sleep, those songs were on an endless loop the night before, and it didn’t help my situation at all. Plus, the words that I had with Mike put me in a cycle of revenge in my head, not that I did anything, but I was plotting my next move should it need to occur.

Right now, I am at work reading Amy Rigby’s blog in between fulfilling requests that come across my computer screen. An interesting thing happened on my commute this morning. I was a minute or two later than usual this morning, but it didn’t really matter. On the platform at the PATH train, I positioned myself and nabbed a seat.

There was a jostling in the car I was in, and the doors on each side remained open. I figured that this train wasn’t going anywhere as another 33rd Street train station pulled into the station. I took a chance and got up and crossed the platform to the empty car. I took a seat, and about a minute later, it was announced the former train I was on was out of service, making everyone on that train to shuffle across and fill the empty car that I sat in.

I attribute my awareness to the good night’s sleep I had the night before. It’s another dreary day. Gray, white clouds fill the sky with falling rain. It definitely slows down the time throughout the day. An abbreviated gathering of steps might be in order for my lunchtime stroll.

I just thought of the hairy-backed beast Solly Mavant. Bill actually mentioned them the other day, while discussing twits that have moved to flood-prone areas, of which Solly Mavant was one. Solly had actually gone on record to state that they were afraid that I would physically assault them, as if I wanted some infection to coat my hands.

There is simply not enough penicillin in the world to deal with the bacterium known as Solly Mavant. I did see the hairy-backed beast in the really big supermarket when it was still sliming up Hoboken, and it was quite disconcerting. They shuffled back to the West Coast after realizing that no one really liked them on the East Coast and that their life with a paternal figure would suit them better. Enough of that trash.

I found out yesterday that there will be no half day on Friday before a Federal holiday on Monday. I was slightly distressed by this, but in hindsight, I’m getting paid a decent amount to not really care. Plus, I’m under contract and working at another company, so who knows how that stands?
I was looking on LinkedIn at some former coworkers pages and then I saw a bagel and thought how nice it was back in the day with the company which spring for a nice assortment of bagels and other fruits etc and that isn’t really done these days, then I realize I’m making enough money to buy my own bagels and I don’t need the company to do it for me.

Walking around on lunch time gathering my steps…just saw Steve Buscemi on the street. Once again this entry was dictated and not typed; forgive all errors, grammatical, spelling, and other.
Currently watching spirit-disturbing videos of the company I am contracted to. Do people aspire to middle management? I suppose so. Not everyone is creative, and someone would have to handle the paperwork and bureaucracy.

I like the company I am working at. The company I am working for is based in the UK. I am watching videos on safety for what seems to be warehouse work.