Our Feelings

“He who is everywhere is nowhere.”
-Seneca (4 B.C. – 65 A.D.)
Roman Statesman and tragedian

Twenty-five years ago today:

March 31, 1987
Tuesday

It’s funny how I saved the Academy Awards ballot that I found at the REVOLVER bar in Los Angeles. I used it last night in guessing the Oscar winners.  I wanted Sigourney Weaver to win for ALIENS.

Carla should be back to work today. It will definitely make the workplace much more pleasant. I missed her yesterday.

I am thinking of going to Hawaii again; however, I may just stick around and adore my own vicinity. There is Monterey, Carmel by the Sea, Los Angeles, Napa Valley, Sacramento, San Francisco and Santa Cruz. I could easily explore these areas more fully and still have a good time.

I didn’t even call Mark Landreth to wish him a belated Happy Birthday.  It’s still never too late.

This, Teddy Charach, film Director ‘fella’ is ever-so-strange.  I think I’ll “chop” any knowledge of him at this point. His voice on my answering machine sounds a tad too sinister. After all, I’m an enterprising young man with values. He’s not of value so-to-speak (as far as I can see).

Yesterday was a record 81 degrees Fahrenheit in San Francisco. The days have been so beautiful lately.

Johnny Schaefer sent another card yesterday. He wrote: “Oh well, I should look at it as YOUR loss, not mine.”
I thought, “That could very well be; however, even if he does enjoy his hopeful claim to fame I shall not feel any different. I know myself too well.”

Carla seems to be the gallivanting type as she seems to rub noses with a lot of the wrong crowd (drug dealers, guys that literally use her, etc.). She maintains a cheery outlook. She is a good person.
Carla often says, “From where I’m from I had to be tough!”
She is from El Salvador. She has fought with guys.
“You know, Michael, I can’t picture you fighting.”
I laughed, “Neither can I…because I probably wouldn’t.  I think I’d just walk away.”
It’s true. I believe I am too calm, cool and collected.
Michael: My Call; My Calm.

Carla didn’t return to work today. I bet she dreads returning with Paul Margolis back from his cruise. He’s such a nincompoop.

Silly I was seen walking about 'The City' with Freddie again. She’s got a disease called German Lox-1 (or something like that) which causes her to have extra bones. I feel sorry for her. She’s really such a nice lady. We sat over on Market Street and ate yogurt together as we watched the people pass by.

I decided to start a new fad of collecting crisp five-dollar bills and folding them up like footballs. Then I will accumulate them in my black vase at home.

Reuben Ignacio, an old chum from my old office, became officially engaged to be married. The thought has crossed my mind. Wouldn’t a honeymoon in London be nice?

I rode my bike after work and it was a great spin. I saw a QBL (Questionable) or two. It gets to me. It’s especially interesting when one catches my eye in the attractive sense of the word. I rode in my new L.A. blue/pink bike shorts. They’re too hot.  Perhaps that is why a few QBL types gave a second look.

Freddie said, “Michael, I’ll work 8:30 until 5 now. Then you can work 8 until 4:30.”
Her words made me feel good. I’ll be able to RMB (Ride My Bike) longer.

I did telephone Mark Landreth to wish him a Happy Birthday. The big day was on March 27th. He’s the big ‘26’ now.
Mark said, “You know, Debra Tucker called me from Hawaii!”
“Did she really?” I asked, trying to act as if I was interested.
“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it.”
“So what else is new?”
“Not much…same old stuff.  I’m ready to go for a jog.  I’ll call you back later tonight.”
“Okay, sounds good.”
He never did call me back tonight.

Steve Adams, my boss pissed me off yesterday.
“Michael, you should attempt to call a customer at the beginning of a campaign and not just send a letter.”
I frowned, thinking, “I don’t give a shit. I’m getting the work done at least. Shit! My system of the letter and follow-up phone call work for me...so hell!”
I, of course, didn’t argue with what he had suggested. Both Freddie and I agree about our feelings about Steve.
Freddie said, “Oh, he’s an ASS.”
I laughed aloud.
“I think he’s got a personality of a doorknob.”
Freddie laughed.
“It’s sad but true.”
Freddie is my friend.

When night draws back the curtain,
And pins it with a star,
Remember I am still your friend,
Though you may wander far.
-Noreen O’Leary