Well it’s Thursday and it’s not raining. I needed to go in earlier than usual since big client was coming in and with Felicia not really working at McMann and Tate I was a solo act. I needed to get bagels and cream cheese and butter as well as flowers. It really wasn’t so bad yet Felicia acted like it was the hardest thing to do. The fact that it wasn’t raining made it easy and the fact that I decided to wear a suit made it fun. The weather was more than cooperative so I wore a gray suit, lavender button down shirt, gray braces and a black silk tie with a ruffled pattern on it.

The atmosphere has improved without Felicia being around. True she got things done, but alienated a lot of people besides me. A few people asked me if I heard anything or knew of what happened. I said that I saw the text message that told her that her head was on the block but didn’t see the sender, though I did. They didn’t need to know that. Today I had a temp working with me, Anna. She was a nice woman, from Brooklyn. She showed up early and I tried showing her how to answer the phone, what the process was for transferring a call.

All went well when I sat next to her but when I stepped away she lost two calls from the office alpha male who was quite irate and probably cursed me out for not answering the phone. At some point I was out on the street and called up to the office and all I got was, ‘Hello.’ Not, ‘Hello McMann and Tate.’ Uh honey? If you’re going to answer the phone for a company it’s probably a good idea to at least mention the company’s name when picking up the handset. I had to tell her that.

It was a slow day, not too busy. Felicia was supposed to come in and show me the things she was working on but once again, a text. ‘Feel a bit under the weather. Will come in 2morrow instead’. We all know what happened. Once she got over the fact that she was losing the job, she celebrated losing the job and probably drank and tooted her way through the night. Which is what I think she’s been doing all along. I know because I used to do that.

Friday is supposed to be the day that she comes in. Friday night I am going to see Scritti Politti with Linda and Amiable Alan. Since it’s on the Lower East Side and probably starts around 11:00, I doubt that I will write tomorrow night. I think if Felicia was still employed at McMann and Tate she would probably be upset that she wasn’t going to the show with us and cause some grief. But she isn’t so she won’t. I’m apprehensive about going to a show so late in the night and so far away from my bed. Jeezy Creezy, what the fuck? Doesn’t matter. I’m going. It’s not a school night. I mean, Jeezy Creezy, what the fuck?