Energy Flowing

“If you think I want to be around a guy with his ego invested in his bank account…you really don’t get me.”
Wall Street, Money Never Sleeps
2010 motion-picture

Twenty-five years ago today:

June 18, 1986
Wednesday

I brought in some of the leftover lasagna (that I helped make with Ron Leoni) to the office for Margaret Lai’s POT LUCK Birthday. I knew everyone would love it. They did!

Margaret really liked the picture of me on the cliffs, too. Ha-ha.

The pot luck lunch was good. There is some silent commotion going on in the office. First, it was about my brother, Tony, passing the ASR (Account Service Representative) test. Secondly, Mary McTiernan has moved to my section and she is submitting a transfer to Priority or Major Accounts. Thirdly, Margaret has decided to submit a transfer to the TAS Group.

I telephoned Ron Leoni. He finally made it to Palm Springs. He was lounging when I called (as usual).

I worked but not very hard. I telephoned Pac Bell Directory but there is nothing open for bidding right now. I intend on remaining as patient as possible.

It’s fun listening to all of the songs that Ron taped for me. I especially like identifying with a lot of the tunes that I like.

I arrived home from work and took a much needed nap. I had answering machine messages from my Dad, Johnny Schaefer and Tim O’Brien. When I woke up I received phone calls from Sue Croce, Ron Leoni, Suzy Miller and Johnny Schaefer.

I finally decided to get some energy flowing and I drove out to get some gas for the car. I also dropped some film in to SAFEWAY Photo to get developed.

I made it to the gym and found Rick there. I talked to Dave outside of the gym for a while.
Dave said, “Yeah, I’m really into this company now. I sell alarm systems.”
He sounded pretty good at what he did. I may drum up some business for him (somehow).

I worked out on the weight machines—but not very hard. When I returned home I warmed some lasagna.
Ron Leoni called to say, “That Nathan told me I had to be out of this Desert Palms Inn by seven o’clock tomorrow!”
“What?” I asked.
Ron was stressed.
“Why?” I asked.
Ron never gave me the full-story but he kept saying, “I’m not sure where or what I’m going to do yet.”
I got the impression he wanted me to urge him to come to me; however, I held back on an offer. I am not so sure if that’s too wise an option…just yet.

Johnny Schaefer called as well. He spoke a bit of his idol, Melissa Manchester. He also mentioned his Grandmother’s inheritance that he is expecting.
Johnny announced, “Once I get that small inheritance I want to buy a car and probably a condo.”
It sounded impressive. I knew he seemed pretty ‘together’.


I ate some ice-cream and went to bed. I know I ate some fattening things tonight but I am allowed ‘once in a while’. Am I not?

I like shade. I have caused my trees to be pruned to give shade, and I cannot imagine that a tree is made for anything else, when unlike the useful walnut, it doesn’t bring in any money.
-Stendhal
“The Red and the Black”