Ready For A Change

[image error] "I wish you could know everything about my life without my telling you."
-Daniel Deronda,
2002 mini-series

Twenty-five years ago today:

July 17, 1986
Thursday

I cannot believe I am here in San Francisco at 6:30AM. OH well, I guess I am excited. I couldn't sleep very well last night. My mind was just racing and thinking of all sorts of things. I was picturing myself as a Telecommunications Director of El Camino Hospital, making more bucks than I am doing now.  Time will tell.  There are really so many things I would like to do.  Why limit myself to Pac Bell for the rest of my life?  I've been there for four years—not to mention the three and a half years with Pacific Telephone that I can eventually bridge to make seven and a half years eventually.  I am RFAC (Ready For A Change).

The San Francisco Marathon is twenty-six miles.  It is happening this Sunday and it looks like Mark and I are going to plunge-in and go for it.  Sounds fun!

I was at work at 7AM and was so wired after having a medium cup of coffee.  I was so hyper and feeling good.  I was raring to go.  I won't make a habit of getting up so early again.  It's fun for a change though.  I mailed out those letters for those other jobs today.

I returned a phone call to Ron Leoni.  He had called to verify our trip to New York.
I said, "That's right…only twenty more days!"

My GUCCI watchband broke.  That's okay.  I plan to take it in for repair tomorrow.  At the same time I will look for a GUCCI purse for mom's birthday.  I think she would like something like that.

I had a good day at work.  All of my customers were cool and pleasant.

I want to make time to read some writing excerpts in the new issue of ESQUIRE Magazine.

Tomorrow is Friday night and it will be time to bid Winnie Wong farewell.  She is leaving our office. I thought I'd go and maybe have one fuzzy-navel cocktail and/or a Corona beer with lime in celebration of her new beginning.

Dale Orlando is thinking of buying a new car.  I guess he's raking in the dough.  We both signed up as interested to work overtime at the Contra Costa County Fair 'Pac Bell' booth.

By the end of 1986 it will be interesting to see where I am.  What position will I be holding?  If I am still exactly where I am now…well, "Hogwash!"

Dave Vigil went on and on about his new lover in San Jose.  He's not running the San Francisco Marathon.
"I'm going to take a break and slow down and go to Clearlake.  My parents own a cabin there—you know."
"Sounds good," I said politely.

I did make my visit to the gym tonight.  Mark Landreth went for the aerobics class while I focused-in on the Nautilus weight training.
[image error] Steve came in to renew his gym membership. It was only then that I realized he spells his name Stephen Green.
Steve suggested happily, "We should go to dinner next week."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"You know—I was just talking about you to an old friend of mine named Ron."
I wondered if it was the Ron I had met once from Willits, CA.  I didn't bother to ask.


I ordered a medium pizza and ate two slices.  I have to prepare myself for the Sunday Marathon and eat a lot of carbohydrate-filled foods like bananas, fruits, veggies, breads, pasta and pizza.


I watched the 20/20 News program tonight.  The true stories included an ex-wife who revealed her husband was a spy for Russia; Prince Edward married a redhead (a commoner who lived on a three million dollar estate); a man was released from prison after several years and wrongly accused of a murder that he didn't commit.


I called Sue Croce.
"Guess what."
"What?"
"I'm running the Marathon on Sunday."
She shrugged.  I found her to be not-so-very supportive.  What a wench.  I'll show her!

"I suppose I have had "homosexual" feelings since I was six or seven years old, but until that time I was afraid to "admit" it to anyone, especially myself."
-Warren J Blumenfeld, Washington D.C.
"Telling Tales Out of School"
edited by Kevin Jennings