Problems Are Made

Let not thy will roar, when thy power can but whisper.
-Thomas Fuller

Twenty-five years ago today:

December 1, 1986
Sunday

It is the start of a new month again. It is funny how time flies. I've been on my new job for a full month already. I love it. It is so laid back, free and easy. When I don't get a real crabby customer it's especially nice (but that isn't too often).

I enjoyed lunch alone today because Carla escaped the office for lunch at home. I ate at PASTELS. There was a thin, long-haired brunette with blue eyes and braces who really looked pretty. She caught my eye and I could easily envision her beauty without the braces. Maybe I will ask her out one day (unless I ask that blond who works at that A TOUCH OF CLASS dress shop).

Perhaps I ought to continue with my consideration of Eileen Grabinsky in Hillsborough. Wow! I actually have three new choices. Maybe I'll ask all of them out and see what happens. Three is company.

Carla and I shared our late afternoon breaks together. She looked pretty 'beat tired' by the end of the day. She gives me the impression that she has been "partying" a bit too much lately.

Mike Miller went to Seattle, Washington for THANKSGIVING with his sister, Sue, and his mom.

Greg Manachevitz telephoned and asked me, "Hey Mike, do you want to go see SOUL MAN at South Shore?"
I declined. I decided it was against my better judgment.
Greg continued, "Well, I developed some pictures from Palm Springs."
"I'd be curious to see those. I'm sure they'll bring back some memories!"
He laughed in agreement.

Johnny Schaefer called. I've known him six months to date already. He's a character. He's a nice chum (though NMT). John sent me a cool card with a woman on a bicycle. I love it.
He wrote:
Hey Michael-
How's life? Great, I hope! As I write this, it is just 20 days until my 25th birthday. I'm looking forward to lower insurance rates but that's about it. '25 and still not a star—oh well, I'll have to push it in '87.
Well, 6 months ago today I was lucky enough to meet you. Perhaps, with any luck, I'll see you more the NEXT 6 months than I did this one. I think I'll call and chat with you answering machine tonight to celebrate.
Keep an eye on the mail for your Christmas package. I'm mailing it Friday. You can open the outer box but don't open any of the wrapped presents inside until Christmas!
John

I did some aerobics once I arrived home and quickly headed out to the gym. Dave Trapp was there and he rapped with me the way he usually does. I also bumped in to Stuart Western who confirmed receipt of my phone call from last Saturday. I recalled how I had called him because I didn't have anything exciting to do.
Stuart asked, "What are you up to this Saturday?"
"Oh, I may be going to L.A. if all goes well," I replied.
I continued with an explanation of my ticket problem.
Stuart said, "Ah, Air Cal will probably let you on anyway."
Stuart's a nice guy. I sometimes feel he's QBL (Questionable) if you know what I mean. It's no matter. He's cool.

Mark Landreth was at the gym. I noticed his face had really broken out. It looked kind of gross because I think he picks at his blemishes for some reason. I guess because of his complexion it doesn't look all that bad. I know if it were me it would look conspicuously horrible.

I spoke to mom briefly over the telephone while I was at work. She's such a sweetheart.

Problems are made. I've made no serious ones for myself but it all boils down to more money in order to give my car a work over (and pay bills). I won't bother to mention the new BIANCHI bicycle or the JAGUAR.

It's amazing when I hear the eighteen year old tennis star Boris Becker of Germany winning $100,000 and up into the millions in tournaments (over one tennis match) while here we struggle to make $30 Grand a year. My day will come. I wonder if I should pursue the 'modeling' plan like my hair stylist urged last Friday. Well, if I do…it will be done of my own accord. It's just like my choice of wanting to lift weights to build strength.

I'm still not totally satisfied with my physique. I need to work harder at the gym to build-up. Working harder and more often leads to perfection in any profession (or activity), so I've learned.

Tomorrow I visit my ex-boss, Stephanie, to get my last six months performance evaluation.

It is the part of a wise man to feed himself with moderate pleasant food and drink and to take pleasure with perfumes, with the beauty of growing plants, dress, music, sports, and theaters.
-Benedict Spinoza