Just My Imagination

"Everyone needs a little luxury, a little self-indulgence from time to time."
-Joanne Harris
"CHOCOLAT"

Twenty-five years ago today:

August 26, 1985
Monday

I had a really great sales productivity day.

I wore my jeans and a light blue work shirt to work today.
Mary McTiernan asked, “Why the dress down today?”
I was flustered. I honestly did not think anyone would notice. Tomorrow will be different. It’s jacket and tie day for me.

Someone mysteriously left a bottle of Paris Capucci Cologne spray on my desk. I have yet to figure out who the gift is from. I think it may have been Barbara Reynolds.

There are only three more work days and the next Monday morning I leave for New York.

I managed to do my aerobic workout after work. I went to the gym, too.

When I arrived home from the gym I did something miraculous. I cut up all of my credit cards into four pieces each. I am glad I did it. I guess it’s because I received my Preferred VISA from Citibank and it showed a balance of five-thousand dollars. I couldn’t hang. I’ve decided I have only one Chase Manhattan VISA that I will use for my trip to France. And then, that card will get cut up upon my return.

I called Lorraine Garcia.
“Guess what I did?”
“What?”
“I cut up just about all of my credit cards!”
I just had to tell someone.

I showered and wet to bed. I decided to call Rachelle.
“Guess what I did?”
“What?”
“I looked up the telephone order installation for the WHAM concert and I have the backstage telephone number.”
She got overly excited. Then she had to get off of the phone to talk to her girlfriend, Danee.
She got off the phone as I was telling her how much I hate it when Dale tells me how sexy a certain man fellow is.
I said, “I can’t stand it.”
I wonder if that comment spurred her on to hanging up or if it was just my imagination.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ap3Sdp4nGqM

I need to write Karen Melton one more time. She still has not written me, yet. I wonder if she received the cards I sent her.

I did not arrive home until 6:15PM yesterday. I was amidst a great traffic jam because I took the wrong turn. I followed Dale Orlando. As it turned out Dale was planning on going out for a drink; however, I bet he’s still working as a driver (and then some) for that Sally’s Escort Service.

Marty, my ex-roommate, wrote me a letter. He wrote:
I don’t know how to explain this but to just write it. Your garage door opener was burglarized from my car! I will reimburse you for it.
What a creep! Now I have another mishap to deal with.

I am going to make copies of my Bachelor of Science degree to attach to my resume as I seriously try to get a part-time commission sales job. This experience would enhance my chances of a transfer to an Advertising Sales Representative position in Yellow Pages.


Just drop the head game and let it all be. The question and answer syndrome can be endless, and the mind often persuades us that the next answer that's on the next page might do it for us.
-Tony Parsons
"AS IT IS"