This is What We’re Dealing With in This Country

And WHY it is so important that Biden did what he did yesterday (even though it won’t affect this particular company because it is apparently so small).

From fuck-customers:

Manager – “With the way things are going it looks like we’ll have to have another shut down in the fall.”

Our senior supervisor- “No … we can’t. If we shut down I’ll lose my house! It’s selfish that you would do that.”

Manager- “Well … 3 staff members have tested positive with covid. We either plan a shut down or we lose our entire staff.”

Senior Supervisor- “We haven’t caught covid, that means we can still work!”

Manager- “So you want us to work until we catch covid? Are you realizing that would endanger their lives? We’re down to a staff of 10 people. 3 of them are over the age of 65, 3 of them are asthmatics and 2 are prone to sickness. You’re our senior supervisor, show some respect and compassion for your team.”

Senior Supervisor- “FUCK THE TEAM! Im concerned about not losing my house!”

So the manager put her on leave. He said she needed to cool down and they would assess her position when she got back. I understand being scared of losing your home, but maybe don’t say “fuck the team” in front of the man that hired you to help and support the team. Also, when we shut down we still get paid by our workplace. During the first shut down they payed us through most of it. We only had to do 1 month of unemployment. Being a little worried financially is worlds better than watching your coworkers die.

I Was Incorrigible

Doorman at the Palace Hotel, San Francisco, March 1989

…even when I was using a film camera.

I lusted after this gentleman on the daily since I walked past the hotel on my way home from work.  He was always very friendly—bordering on flirtatious—so I finally got up the nerve to ask him out. He ever-so-politely turned me down.

I suppose I should also add the Palace Hotel to the list of venues from my previous post, although I never really frequented the place. It was one of those locales that had a reputation for a very low tolerance for menz gettin’ busy in the restrooms, and arrests were commonplace. I happened to stop in for legitimate reasons once, and immediately understood why it was so popular—and so risky. The floors were a mirror-finish marble, and you could easily see everything going on in the stalls.

Trade Center

Like many gay men of a certain age, I have my own salacious stories of the clandestine (and not-so-clandestine) venues that catered to this sort of activity in the 80s and 90s—albeit in San Francisco, not New York.

I can hear you now, “Do tell!”

• The Shaklee Building, 2nd Floor
• 255 Bush, 2nd Floor
• The Russ Building, 11th Floor
• Rincon Center, 1st Floor
• The Sir Francis Drake, Mezzanine (the only place I ever almost got busted)
• The Hyatt Regency, 2nd Floor…and of course, pretty much every public restroom on the shop level of the Embarcadero Center, of which the Hyatt was a part.

But like one of the contributors in the video above pointed out, after 9/11 all these buildings slammed shut to casual comings-and-goings. (Or should I say, comings-and-cummings.)

Some day I may go into greater detail regarding my adventures—and misadventures—my own Tales of the City as they were, but I’m in no hurry, as much as I’m sure you’d all like to read them. I don’t want to shock my husband after all these years. I mean, he knows I was a slut when I was younger; I’m just not sure I want him to know how much of a slut I was…