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entirely pro-forma meeting
Friday, December 6 2024
This afternoon I had a mandatory meeting scheduled at the New York Unemployment office over near the old IBM campus not far from the west end of Boices Lane. That office maintains high security for some reason; the two times I've been there, there was always a uniformed police person there on hand should someone start making trouble. I don't know what kind of trouble the unemployed make, but if they didn't make any at all, the police person could be more usefully stationed elsewhere. I was the only "customer" there when I arrived, and the guy who would've normally met with me couldn't because he was running the front desk. So I ended up with someone else, a wisecracking gentleman with an Arab-sounding name who seemed like he was probably gay. My meeting there was entirely pro-forma. I didn't have to explain why it was that I'd yet to get a job. The whole purpose of these meetings is to winnow the extremely lazy and unmotivated from the unemployment rolls. If you can muster the modest initiative necessary to show up for a mandatory meeting, the benefits continue to flow.
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Meanwhile Gretchen had taken Charlotte to the vet to see if she had any parasites. Our recent guest Barbara had suggested she might, owing to how skinny she is. [When the results came back the next day, it turned out that Charlotte indeed had hookworms "teeming in her intestines!" as Gretchen would put it.]
This evening Gretchen made a reginette pasta (it looks like very narrow sheets of lasagna) with a red sauce and tempeh. I liked it more than Gretchen did, so it looked like I would be taking some to the cabin tomorrow. (I'd made the decision to go there and spend the night without taking it out of winterization so I could drain the pipes better and also implement one or two useful remote-control features.)
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