He Shaved His Moustache

"You never really tell us everything you know about something."
-College Student to
actor, Colin Firth
A SINGLE MAN,
2009 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

January 26, 1987
Monday

Another one of those 'I don't want to get out of bed Mondays'. I made it though. I even had time to put gel on to keep my new hairdo in-style.

Nikki Bovee is back and she was all business gung-ho today. There was no time for socializing.

Carla and I ate at CRISPS for the usual grand salad. It was so very good.

I met with my Union Representative only to learn that I can't serve only six months in my current job title and begin applying to new jobs within the company. I must serve the required eighteen months. The reasoning behind it is that Pac Bell Directory is an entirely separate company from Pacific Bell and different rules apply. The problem with not being able to take vacation time during our own campaign weeks (for example the San Francisco SALES Campaign week) is hogwash. I still plan on filing a grievance about that one. It's my right!

I also learned that I can wake up one morning and call in and take an Excused Work Day (EWD). It is legal per our Union contract. I don't even need to give a reason.

I simply need to call in that morning and say, "I'm taking an EWD Day today."

I made it to the gym early tonight. Mark arrived a tad later than I. Anne Alberti's friend (her name escapes me). Is it Patty? Well, she's the massage therapist. She spoke to me for a while in a very friendly manner. I was working on the Nautilus weight machine at the time. I heard Anne Alberti's voice behind me but I ignored her and continued with my work out. I concentrated on doing my repetition until I knew the coast was clear (and Anne had disappeared).

I arrived back at my place by eight-thirty. I munched on some TOSTITOS and sipped some fresh apple juice.

I made an attempt to telephone Mike Miller because he and Greg had left a message on my answering machine recorder. They invited me out to a movie. I must have missed Mike by about three minutes. And so…I watched some of the American Music Awards on television and 'hit the hay'.

Yesterday, while watching the SUPER BOWL with Mark Landreth he mentioned: "You know…we should do this ballpark hike n' camp trip that I heard about."
I replied, "That would be fun."
I'm all for an outing like that. We'll have to talk more about that one.

Stuart Western, my other gym pal, wants me to give him a phone call the next time I decide go drive to THE VORTEX in Palo Alto. I noticed that he shaved his moustache.
Stuart said, "Yeah, I'm trying' to look like you since you are getting so lucky."
I laughed.
Stuart continued, "I could pass for your brother."
I smiled and said, "Well, it looks good. It makes you look six months younger."
Stuart cracked-up.

I recalled that I had told Mark Landreth that he looked six months younger when he got his last haircut. Ha-ha. That line seems to work nicely. Do they know I'm flirting?

"Use what you've got and get me some results!"
-Sigourney Weaver
AVATAR motion-picture