Seeing me leaving my apartment bound for the compactor room with a big bag of trash, Tr. R. jokingly asked if I’d be bringing it to the meeting and I affirmed it would be my dinner. Shareholder meeting, led by Su. Cor. was not present as he’s on vacation. V’tor brought me another financial report because he didn’t see me holding my copy, but it was in my pocket. Perhaps distracted by recent events in her life, Su. mistakenly referred at different points to both accountant Mr. Xan and treasurer J’mo as attorneys. B’dan R.’s child was loudly and annoyingly talking during the accountant’s report, prompting B’dan to later contradictorily say that it may mean his child will eventually become an accountant. निखिल was there looking very hot, particularly in profile, and sitting right near me, but I totally failed in my attempt to photograph him (6564–68). It was good to hear his American accent when he spoke on the circuit‐breaker issue. Bry. and bride were there, as were מיכאל and טלי. R’ta M. told an amusing story about cockroaches using their mobile telephones to invite others to our building. Su. said she knows how to turn the boiler on (and off). I brought two pens—one wherewith to fill out my ballot and the other to share if need be—but there was no election because there were as many or fewer candidates as seats to fill. After the meeting, B’dan ran up to नि. to converse with him and take up his attention, but Bry. made sure to greet me and lay a hand on me, and then when we encountered one another on our floor, said it was good to see me.
Northern Blvd. Chef salad at JI (6569–76), accidentally having brought the aforementioned pens with me. There were quite a few attractive men there. I think all three of the skinny bus boys I saw Thanksgiving were there, as well as an attractive slender E. Asian(?) waiter who bucked the trend that the JI waiters are hefty and the bus boys slim. There was an adorable likely gay couple who may have been both Latin or one Latin and the other S. Asian. The definitely Latin one ran into a female friend there and I think his name is Gino. It wasn’t until my salad had nearly arrived that I remembered I wanted to avoid eating some of the things in or with it: cheese, ham (because it may have sugar in it) and soy (as in the blue‐cheese dressing and mayonnaise). I used the CVS a.t.m. and browsed a bit. Cute skinny cashier Jay(?) may have caught me trying to read his badge but I caught him staring at me as I was leaving.