-Didier Grumbach,
about Pierre Berge, the manager and partner of Yves St. Laurent
Twenty-five years ago today:
April 28, 1987
Tuesday
I made sure I walked into the office at precisely one or two minutes before 8AM (just to keep them on their toes, wondering if I would show up for work today). Steve, Lily and Vivian simultaneously shouted “Yay!” when I walked-in.
I thought that was nice. I was obviously missed.
I was busy, catching up on a lot of work today. The day went by at a rapid pace.
I had lunch with Freddie at DON MIGUEL’s. I ran into Dale, Kelly and Erika too. I was surprised to see Dale since he transferred to Walnut Creek but he knows how to venture out ‘in the field’ (as they say) and make it work-related.
Freddie and I talked about the “ugliness” (to use Freddie’s term) of our management team (Steve Adams, Paul Margolis and Nikki Bovee). Freddie was suggesting the idea of her next disability time-off period. It was too funny. I wondered about taking time-off for disability. It would be my first; however, I feel it would be ‘bad luck’ to do such a thing falsely.
PHOTO: Irene Keenan
I didn’t allow Irene to interrupt my routine. I hopped on my Italian BIANCHI bike while Irene walked with me to my brother’s house around the corner. I thought it would be fun to introduce Irene to my brother, John, and sister-in-law, Sherri.
Irene continued to walk with me to SAFEWAY. She went shopping while I continued on my bike ride. I kept the ride short and brief.
I intended on going to the gym but I decided to escort Irene to Berkeley instead. We ate at THE GOOD EARTH Restaurant. I was craving their Yogurt Cream Pie that I love so much. We ate and ‘jib-jabbed’ about living in the Bay Area and other random topics. Irene really is so very nice.
We returned to my place and watched one of my favorite films by Alfred Hitchcock: NORTH BY NORTHWEST.
While watching the film I received a phone call from Freddie.
“Hi Michael, I just wanted to tell you that I’m calling in sick tomorrow. I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to make it continue on to a disability.”
“You know, Freddie, you have to do what is right for you.”
“Yeah, I know. I think I’ll possibly look elsewhere for employment, too. I may not be returning to Pac Bell.”
“I have to applaud you. That takes guts and I know you’ll be successful no matter where you go.”
Judy Geniella also called me.
“Michael, I just want to ask you something.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
I was puzzled.
Then she went on to explain in whisper mode, “I have a mosquito bite or a bug bite in my crotch area.”
I laughed and practically screamed, “No!”
“I’m so embarrassed to ask you.”
That was a funny one. Alas, I didn’t let it phase me.
I ended our phone call by stating, “Well, call me if it does turn out to be a communicable disease.”
Ha-ha.
Speaking of communicable diseases…I saw that red head guy from the PAC BELL San Francisco AIC (Account Inquiry Center) at the Patelco Credit Union Automated teller today. His hair is falling out and he’s skinnier than ever. He has blue and black blotches on his face. I feel bad for him.
I thought, “What a lonely existence he must be feeling at this point of his AIDS experience.”
I called Eileen Grabinsky at 11PM but there was ‘no answer’. What else is new? I actually received a card from her in my mailbox today. She mentioned the idea of going to Santa Cruz this coming Sunday. It sounds like a good idea. Perhaps Mark Landreth and Irene Keenan can come along with us. It would be ‘me’ with three blondes. The last time that happened was with Mark, Amy and Cindy. Now it might just be Mark, Irene and Eileen. We shall see. That would be fun if it works out for all of us on Sunday.
“You have taste…that’s not half the battle. That’s the whole war!”
-as heard while watching
The 2009 film, AN EDUCATION
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