A Fine Man

"I'll never say that LIFE doesn't imitate ART again."
-Woody Allen
"Manhattan Murder Mystery"

Twenty-five years ago today:


October 6, 1986
Monday

Here I am at my parking lot in San Francisco on a 'Blue Monday' morning. There is new, major construction taking place for another nearby building.

Work flew by. There is no word on any real job changes (or improvements). Cindy Chow will be going to Management Staff for six weeks. Rumor has it that Debbie Tom was promoted to Management Staff. I don't know how all of these little 'promotional' things sneak by me. There must be another loop of corporate politic playing that goes on behind the scenes. My day will come.

I am glad I have my box of WHEATIES and LUCKY CHARMS at my desk. The fact that I come in to work so early allows me to have my breakfast while at work. Some fellow employees find it cute (like Judy Geniella). Judy had the day off today.

Margaret Lai and I joined-up for a lunch gathering with a fellow Pac Bell pal, Emmalene, at LITTLE JOE's.

I still need to write some letters. Perhaps tonight will work out for some correspondence time.

My job really is not so bad. At least I am happy that I have one. I just need to save. I want to save for my Harbor Bay home and my Jaguar wheels.

Mark Landreth was at the gym tonight. We concurred on an opinion of this "LAM" case at our gym. "LAM" is my code for "Look at Me". This guy has a great physique and Mark and I are clearly jealous. We believe he's a "Look at Me" kind of guy. And yes, many do look at him. I simply went on with my work out.

I watched the end of a Lesley Anne Warren flick about marrying a black dude, losing custody of her daughter because of it. What a shame.

I hate to get out of my car because all of these construction workers are going to see my physique and be jealous. All of these construction workers are fat. Ha-ha…No, I could definitely use improvement. I will improve.

I wonder how Anne Alberti's adventures are going in Cancun, Mexico.   Could she have met a new, fine man?

A tall and strongly built young man, with a rubicund complexion and great black sidewhiskers, was one of those boorish fellows, loud and full of confidence, who in the provinces they call a fine man.
-Stendhal
"The Red and the Black"