If you’re an intelligent person and have a creative mind you always create situations to overcome.
-Michael J Armijo
Philosophical Statements
The Beginnings – Part 109: A JEALOUS LOVER
October 20, 1983
Salima took me out to lunch to BIFF’s. It was more like a brunch because I ordered a strawberry waffle with whipped cream. Salima ordered French toast. We had a nice talk about her time as a Service Representative at PAC TEL, her husband (who happens to be named Michael), her son, my Tammy, my intended job transfer requests, my ex-Computer Operator position.
I announced seriously, “Sometimes I feel like I want to go back to Computer Operations because I feel there is more opportunity there. I may even transfer back to that position.”
I phoned George at approximately 2:10PM. Of course there was ‘no answer’.
I phoned mom and she received the FTS Flowers I ordered for her. I could hear how thrilled and shocked she was to receive them. It made my day to ‘make her day’.
I received my brass peacock for my fireplace. It looks good.
I received a sweet card from Maria de Lourdes from Tepic, Mexico.
I ate more lasagna at mom’s house and was happy to find that my brass peacock was delivered.
I spent the remainder of the evening with my latest edition of READERS DIGEST and a couple of episodes of MAMA’s FAMILY.
I didn’t want to phone George. I knew I would be pissed-off at him for not being here. Who knows what he is doing? Who knows where he may be right now? Why doesn’t he ever initiate a surprise visit to me?
Oh hell…I guess I’m pissed because his friend, Kevin, had blatantly made a statement to me that irked me at the gay skating rink.
Kevin had said, “You’re a jealous lover.”
And now…George is probably out somewhere getting high on marijuana. Yeah…what a creep! All I can say is that if he is getting high…’what a bastard’ (to use Tammy’s word). Perhaps I am overly jealous; however, I find myself getting over it. I haven’t called him. That’s good. Avoidance.
Tammy called me last night.
She stated sexily, “I received a message that you called.”
I simply played it off…but it must have been another Michael.
Barbara Reynolds phoned tonight also.
I gave her the latest scoop by saying, “Salima may have to move back to Los Angeles because her husband may have to go there for work.”
“Are you sure?” Barbara asked.
“Yes. It’s true.”
“Well, I called you because our supervisor, Sue Reppert, was in tears today and I thought you might know why.”
“No, I have no idea. I’m just counting my days for November 3rd when I can transfer out of the office.”
Barbara laughed, “Where will you go?”
“I hope to get one of my four transfers accepted to Directory Advertising, Directory Sales, or Advertising Sales. There’s also an Analyst position that sounds appealing. I’m crossing my fingers for any one of those.”
“You have often told me that it is personalities, not principles that move the age.”
-Oscar Wilde
THE PICTURE OF DORIAN GRAY
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