A Man For The 90's

"I don't feel real."
I think it is because I'm poised on the past as well as the present and what little there may be of the future.
-May Sarton
"At Eighty-Two, A Journal"

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 26, 1986
Thursday

Once again I continue to call Pac Bell Directory with no word as to what will happen with my job search.

I’ve been reviewing companies that I will choose to invest with by purchasing common stock. I may choose Gemini II, Chase Manhattan, Moore Corporation, Dean Foods and United Artists Corporation.

I also had a brainstorm idea today. I decided to send a great photo (if one can be found) of myself to J Walter Thompson Ad Agency and Ford Model Agency-New York and Out of Our Minds Agency in San Francisco. I can include a note ‘Jake Jaguar-A Man For the 90’s…you decide…Contact ‘Star-One Agency in San Francisco at 415-522-1986 (my telephone number) or Santa Rosa at 707-425-7031 (Steph Redding’s telephone number)’. I can send the same note and photo to major magazine Art and Advertising Directors along with companies like Calvin Klein, Levi Strauss and Alliance Films (just so I get some added exposure). Then I’ll send a letter to Stephen Freidman of Kings Road Entertainment and persuade him to take the risk on a screenplay written by me (along with my photo and a copy of my Marketing degree). I will need to have my photos duplicated first. Then I can type the letters after I acquire all of the addresses (and get the stamps). I will mail them and wait and see if I strike out or not.

Today I had lobster at the Front Page Restaurant for lunch. It was good. It was nothing like Ron Leoni’s lobster though! Eva Siler accompanied us for lunch. She was okay.

I had good intentions about going to the gym. I was even gung-ho about an aerobics class but I got into my common stock investment decision-making instead. Mom came over and cleaned-up my place a little bit.


Johnny Schaefer called.
“I hurt my back,” Johnny moaned.


Steph Redding called.
“My attorney contacted me and my ex wants to see Tabitha!”


Nici Maurino called.
“I’m just so bored. I needed someone to talk to about my troubles in the LAC. My managers are all gripes. I want to go to another department.”
I laughed and said, “Welcome to the club!”
I talked to Nici for over an hour. I shared a lot. I disclosed how much I want to go to Pac Bell Directory. I actually told her about my artificial insemination donation from a couple of years ago.


I don’t feel so poor when I think of my common stock holdings (approximately $10,000) and my Citibank Savings ($6000) and my Sacramento balloon payment from real-estate ($8600) and my Pac Bell Company Savings Plan ($3000). It’s just that the bills still have to disappear!

Each letter he would iron, laminate and file.
-MARY AND MAX
2009 Australian film