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?

A Rainy Wednesday. Pissing all over the place and another morning where it was nearly impossible to get out of bed. Bill was up and out at 5:30. I sort of remember him kissing me good-bye before he left. That was nice and I soon drifted back to dreaming my dreams. When I finally woke up, the sun was up and it was still raining. I showered, had breakfast and coffee, checked emails and got dressed headed out into the storm. I would’ve liked to stay home again today, but after yesterday’s events it seemed important that I go in.

The Path was filled with the usual commuters. Everyone was wet and soggy and I just read the New Yorker and got off at Ninth Street. I went to the bagel joint and got a bagel, hoping that they wouldn’t be stale like they were last week. Got the usual free papers, the Voice, AM New York and the Metro. Got to the office, couldn’t find my pass card. I heard some music and didn’t know where it was coming from. I had hoped Terry had gotten in before I did and rang the bell. In the reflection of the conference room wall I could see someone sitting near my desk.

I knock on the door and there’s some dude, dressed in black. Turns out he was hired for the night, as a security guard in the event that Felicia tries to come back during the night and cause some mischief. He had her stats and her picture and her ID card just so he wouldn’t make a mistake while sitting at my desk playing ‘I Need Love’ by LL Cool J all night long. He left soon after to go to another job at 9:00. Monica, the new HR person came in soon afterwards and told me to shred the documents pertaining to Felicia.

Soon people started streaming into the office, most everyone asking me if I heard anything about Felicia or what happened yesterday. I knew just a little bit more than they did. Mark, Felicia’s supervisor cornered me in the kitchen and said it was a shame that things were turning out they way they are. He mentioned that someone leaked the information to her that she was about to be, putting it politely, let go. I mentioned I saw the text message that Felicia had but that was it. There was really no way I could have seen it coming.

As usual, I make plans to leave McMann and Tate and things start to look like they’re going in my favor. I think they might make me the offer to fill Felicia’s position. Or maybe not. She stopped by the office today and ironed things out with Monica and Mark. She said she’ll be coming back tomorrow to fill me in on the things she was working on and Monica said she wanted to talk to me about what was going on. Though Monica was driving me crazy and towards another job, I feel sort of bad that her chapter is ending this way. But hey, you reap what you sow.

Tomorrow, one on one with Felicia and I work with a Temp the next two days. If the Temp works out they might hire her on Monday, which also leads me to believe that they might be moving into Felicia’s role, perhaps somewhat reduced.