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Stand and Deliver

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Not sure about writing today, didn’t do much of anything except to watch the rain fall. Bill and I stayed in comfy and cozy. I hadn’t left the apartment until 4:00 this afternoon when it stopped raining. Bill was off to the city and I was headed to the supermarket.

Wasn’t too crowded at the store and most of the employees are new high school students talking to each other while hitting the scanner. ‘Why isn’t anyone going to Prom?’ was the topic and I passed through the check out.

Right now it hasn’t rained for two hours. I may go out for a walk after I eat. Cleaned up a bit in the apartment so some progress was made. Still the mountain looms.

On this date in 2006 my time working at Wanker Banker was winding down. I was relatively confident at the time that I was making the right move, since things had gone south for me there. I was still well liked but things had changed and I had no support from management.

They couldn’t get rid of me, but they wouldn’t make it pleasant for me, going so far as to pay my assistant twice as much as I had gotten for a bonus. Luckily some co-workers heard about this and were upset and a collection was taken and I wound up with some extra extra cash in my pocket.

A week later from April 11, 2006 I knew I was in the fire after jumping from the frying pan.

On April 11, 2007 I was all about Mormons. This was before knowledge of their financing Prop h8 in California for the 2008 elections. I’m pretty sure they were starting to mobilize their followers and their tithing.

I was working at Golden Staffing, or rather getting ready to leave there. My two weeks notice was ending and I was moving onto the Titanic. Golden Staffing was alright but too small. My sister was right, I had worked at two different staffing agencies and I didn’t like it.

Of course I protested saying that this time was different. It was different somewhat. The other two staffing agencies were a bit larger, this was smaller, six people mainly. And it was run by Naomi who was the matriarch.

Nice person but she would have no problem having you removed from the picture. For a few weeks I proofread their website re-writing and tweaking various bits. One thing I remembered was their adage, Never accept a counter-offer.

When I told Naomi and Co. I was leaving, she made me a counter-offer, which I reminded her that her website advises against such a thing.

April 11, 2008 was a good one. A lot of sentences that I had picked up from the television playing behind me. It certainly confused a few people. Not much for Dada, or Surrealist poems in these here parts, ma’am.

An extremely good value, in good times shoppers want a bargain. Wouldn’t you say? In Riverside they tell me, those voices. Was Beckett right in what he wrote? Was he one for great leases and low financing or was he merely a termite?

In between bouts of writing he was known to chew on a house every now and then you know.

And that’s it for something.

Friday I’m in Love

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It’s a Friday and it’s been rather a ho hum Friday. Nothing much at all to report. The highpoint of the day so far has been laundry and that was over before noon. I saw Stine and gave her 3 copies of Architectural Digest which I’ve been receiving lately somehow.

I haven’t subscribed since I never even look at Architectural Digest in the newsstand, much less bring a copy home. It was all Stine, no Alexander. He was in the bedroom and Stine was hoping he would take a nap.

Today was a cloudy, gray day, always on the verge of raining, which it didn’t do until I went outside. I was prepared and carried an umbrella. I saw Martin Kelly where he works at CVS.

He told me he had been there since 5:00AM. I asked if he’s getting overtime and he’s not since he’s only working till 1:00PM. That’s the kind of day it’s been. I’m reporting on Martin Kelly’s day.

Today is Good Friday which is a big day in the catholic world I was brought up in. Stations of the Cross was a highlight. I was so enamored of the stories when I was growing up that for a few years I always expected the sky to go dark and the earth to shake around 3:00 which was the time I was told by my teachers that Jesus died on the cross.

Of course it never happened, they were just stories. For a couple of weeks before Holy Week at St Francis de Sales we had to go to church on Fridays and go through the Stations of the Cross. It usually took an hour or so to get from the start to the finish.

Always a drama and for an imaginative kid like myself I was entertained while repeating the lines along with the rest of my classmates. Despite all that, Easter was always a letdown. No ‘real’ presents to speak of. A suit jacket and some polyester slacks from Robert Hall usually and for me it was torture.

I certainly wasn’t one to dress nicely back then, remember this whole getting dressed up in a suit and tie is relatively new, at least for the past 10 years. 30 years or more I was just grumpy and had to be told to tuck in my shirt constantly.

Still my appearance was close enough to make my mother feel good.

The Saturday night before Easter was usually spent dyeing eggs using Paas egg coloring kits and rub on stickers. 2 baskets full of candy and chocolate and eggs would usually sit on the credenza for a week as the milk chocolate bunny gradually was nibbled and torn away by unseen culprits.

Tiny chocolate eggs wrapped in foil wound up in pockets, hopefully eaten before body temperatures melted them

Photographs would be taken in front of the forsythia bush, me and my siblings and occasionally some neighborhood kids also dressed in Easter finery.

This year I am going with Bill to his church for Easter services.

I already know what I’m going to wear, now all I need is a forsythia bush.
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