Fondling Himself

"I enjoy provoking discussion."
-Freud's Last Session
An Off-Broadway Play,
NYC April 30, 2011

Twenty-five years ago today:

September 24, 1986
Wednesday

I have to call Mila Carerras who will give me the latest scoop on the Directory Sales positions in the next year. She's my secret contact. It ought to be interesting to hear what she says.


That Mila Carerras "bitch" couldn't talk to me because the President of Pac Bell Directory gave her a brand new project to deal with. Give me a break. She could have taken a few minutes of her precious time to talk to me. I won't be calling her again. There goes my secret contact. She would have to call me back first. What a "wench".

Steph gave me three hours of freedom time to study my Directory Sales Workbook. I did study. I think I have it all down. The test is simple (per Carol McClain in Human Resources). I am sure it won't be a problem. I certainly hope not. The next step will be the job offer.

Dale Orlando was being his usual busy body self.
Dale stuttered when he asked, "Michael, why are you excused from incoming calls for so long a period of time?"
"It's personal," I replied, giving him a line that he would normally use on me.

I received Graduate Admissions applications from the School of Education at Stanford University. I glanced at them. I should just force myself to make my own time to write my own novels that I want to write. Could it be that simple? My goal is for six-hundred pages for the "In the Year 2541" story.

Mom left me a blank videocassette to tape some 3-hour TV movie starring Sophia Loren that she wants to see. I did that successfully. She'll be happy.

I went to the gym tonight and I peeked in on Anne Alberti's aerobics 6PM class. Then I proceeded to do my work out. Mark Landreth came in and we exchanged a few words. He was so focused on his work out tonight and he went ahead and took the 7:30PM aerobics class.

Last Monday I took my niece, Ashley, for a walk through Harbor Bay Business Park. It was a slight problem when Ashley didn't want to go back home. She wanted to remain at the park.
I pleaded, "Come on…that way we can watch WINNIE THE POOH!"
What a liar I was.  And now (ever since last Monday) she has been asking me about watching the movie, WINNIE THE POOH. I feel bad because mom told me she accidentally erased the WINNIE THE POOH show on her videotape. Oh well, I hope I am not being a contributor to Ashley's tantrums. I might find another copy of WINNIE THE POOH eventually.

I keep thinking I may get job offered to Los Angeles. I won't dwell on it, considering all of the other let downs I have experienced. I've made many moves on new ventures from this office. Something will turn up.

Anne Alberti reminded me about an incident I experienced when I was 7-years old. I was on my way to my friend's house (Greg Gonsalves) and a man in his late twenties was in a car, fondling himself with his pants down to his shoes.
He was parked in front of a church (only a block away from my house) and he asked me, "Hey, do you know where Timmy is?"
I went to his car window and noticed his 'you know what'.
My eyes popped in shock and I just said, "No, I don't know."
I immediately made a run for it to my friend's house.

Well, Anne was telling me that she left the spa last night and she had a similar experience.  Some guy was asking for directions to Lewelling Boulevard while in his car.  At the same time he was asking her this question he was fondling himself while in the driver's seat.
Anne shrieked, "He had no pants on!"
I could just imagine Anne's eyes widening in surprise.
"What did you do?"
"I just got in my car and left!" Anne exclaimed.
I laughed.
I thought, "Poor thing."
Then I said, "Well, at least you'll have something to tell the girls at work tomorrow."
Anne laughed.
I continued, "The girls will probably want to know where it happened so they can avoid the area."
Anne countered that, "No, they'll probably want to know the location to come looking for him."
Now I was laughing. Ha-ha.

I watched an episode of DYNASTY and THE COLBYS. One has to admire good old Blake Carrington. I went to bed after the shows.

I failed to study much of my Directory Sales Workbook because I believe I have a fairly good overview of it all.  My boss, Steph, had mentioned my test to Pearl (in my section). God knows who else she has spilled the beans to. I hate that because there's no telling what's going to take place just yet. Geez!

If I do move to Los Angeles I think I will ask Mark to help me move there. I know he will help me with the move. I'm pretty sure he would anyway.

I had a good work out tonight. After three days in a row of working out I feel the results. I have this continuous jerking-off problem though. I wish I'd leave it alone for a while…but it's 'hard'.
Now I know I'll study before my test at 9:30AM tomorrow morning.

Whenever he tried to busy himself with some serious business, his thoughts would drop away, and he would come to his senses a quarter of an hour later, his heart beating, his head confused, dreaming on this theme: Can it be that she loves me?
-Stendhal
"The Red and the Black"