Bill was at his parents and I slept alone. It was fine. Quite gray and dark outside this morning, storm clouds approaching. I felt good though. I have hope. Good hope, not Bleedin hope with her phony living in Rome when she’s merely a secretary in San Francisco. Now there’s a reason not to go to San Francisco. She’s polluting the gutters there and with her fat ass it’s problem to step over her to cross the street. Like I said though, I have hope. I sent a thank you email to Jack Cloud for meeting with me and to let him know I am still very much interested in the position we spoke about.
He replied and mentioned that the president of his company will be in on Wednesday and would like to meet with me then. We worked it out that I will meet at 4:30. That means I need an excuse to get out of work early as well as an excuse about why I am wearing a suit. Someone has to die. Preferably someone who is dead already. A compromise has been struck between Bill and myself, a merging of the families. His Aunt Betty will have died and there is a wake I will have to attend in White Plains. No one in the office knows too much about the area, so White Plains will seem far away.
Today’s temp was Jenn, brought to us from Glocap. When you don’t care enough to hire a permanent worker, hire a temp. A temp from Glocap. Jenn is a twenty something woman, a lot of fun, laughed at my jokes and also noticed how cold and unfriendly most everyone in the office is. Well a blind person can see that. This afternoon started with some weirdness from Linda. Nice woman but really scatterbrained. She came into the office around noon, having overslept. Last night a bunch of the account directors went out drinking and she more than likely tagged along.
She had shut off her alarm clock and was a little annoyed that I didn’t call her to see if she was coming in. I think she was suggesting that I call everyone in the office each morning to see if they will be working that day. She also hassled me about a task I was assigned but need the cooperation of a few other people regarding the task. I sent an email to those people and two replied, one affirmative, the other not. Nothing got done and nothing could get done until they stand there telling me what can be tossed away and what could be salvaged.
There was a file cabinet that needed to be moved and when I suggested that it would be easier to move if we emptied it first, she looked at me as if I had two heads. It took me and three other guys to move it a few feet. I told her that I’ve been trying to get things done and it’s been difficult because I have to depend on non cooperative people. I mentioned that I wasn’t pointing fingers since I when you point a finger at someone, three more are pointing back at you. She didn’t understand what that meant and I explained it to her three times, pointing a finger at a wall and physically showing her that three fingers on the same hand were pointing back at me.
As I was heading out the door she instant messaged me, saying that she was sorry for yelling at me. I shut off the computer and left the office.