-Woody Allen
Twenty-five years ago today:
March 24, 1987
Tuesday
It was another day at the office without Steve Adams around because he is currently assessing for a new Account Collection Representative for our office. Apparently, there is an existing employee within Pac Bell Directory that has passed the assessment tests thus far.
It was Gloria Romero’s Birthday today. It was a fun-filled day. Carla and I went out and selected a card for her this morning.
Nikki Bovee finally saw the Xerox copy picture of me wearing nothing but my black towel and showing off my Hawaiian tan line. She perked up and seemed to love it.
I have finally taken a bit of an initiative by mailing a package to the Grimme Modeling Agency in San Francisco that included a few of my Spectra Polaroid photographs and one good 5 x 7. I wrote a brief cover letter, asking their opinion as to whether my face has any potential. I figured that since so many people (Carla Guzman, Johnny Schaefer, Troy Nelson, etc.) seem to think I would be perfect for this sort of thing I may as well act on it. Paloma had also mentioned it to me. There have been others, so we’ll see what the professionals think about it.
It’s funny to ponder the idea of being on the cover of GQ though.
“Hey, maybe I should buy an issue of GQ and send my photo to the Art Director or Editor there.”
I didn’t bike after work because I wanted to sort through my photographs I order to send the package to the Grimme Agency. I have told no one about this except for Carla who keeps encouraging me to do so.
I did go to the gym. It felt so good. I stopped at SAFEWAY for twenty-dollar worth of ‘food and fixings’. I ate some crackers and a Diet-Cherry 7-UP. The 7-UP is a new product and it’s refreshingly good. I listened to an intensely emotional tape cassette of music that Johnny Schaefer sent to me. It was a surprise. I thought it was rather chilling, pitiful and sorrowful because when two people’s emotions do not match it is quite difficult. I telephoned Johnny but I wasn’t quite sure how to respond about the ballads/lyrics he sent. Luckily, he wasn’t home. Unfortunately, his answering recorder cut me off before I could finish speaking.
Cedric Green is back in the picture as he called me recently.
“Mike, do you think you could draw me a hand for my ‘You Choose the News’ section of the TGIF paper that I have to do for my unit?”
I thought, “Give me a break! As if I had the time for this shit…let him do his own work. I’m too busy. And if I take on this new modeling venture who knows what time I will have.”
I began to wonder if this whole modeling idea would be too time consuming. I know it could be well worth it if things work out monetarily. I work hard because I know it’s a requirement in life to do so.
I telephoned Eileen.
Eileen said, “I’m going to have a talk with Anne about requesting Saturdays and Sundays as my days off.”
“Yeah, that would be great!” I cheered her on.
We continued to discuss the idea of driving down to Los Angeles in April.
I explained, “I’m still going to take that time off as sick time.”
It’s all still up-in-the-air as to whether we will take that weekend getaway.
Carla expects to have her red convertible corvette by June and that’s when she and I are planning to drive down to L.A. for the weekend. Yikes! She shared a story with me and it wasn’t about Augustine. I guess the Augustine fascination is fading fast.
Carla said, “You know, Michael…I had a brief-encounter with some other gent named Saul.”
“What?” I asked. “How did you meet him?”
“I ran into him last night at Bobby McGee’s in Burlingame.”
I thought, “Oh well…I certainly don’t hold it against her. No one is perfect…including me as I know mistakes can be made.”
“I do get a bit restless. I take the old contract on the side.”
-actress Helen Mirren
as a CIA Agent in the 2010 motion-picture RED
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