Let me start off by saying there were no bonuses given out and no gifts either at the McMann and Tate holiday party. It was a good party. I left the apartment last night after writing last night’s entry. I had a beer before I left and was feeling quite nice. Got to the city, looking fly I must say. Or perhaps banging. I walked through Washington Square Park, towards Soho. The party was at a gallery at 446 Broadway on the fifth floor. To my surprise they successfully pulled it off. By the time I got up stairs the party was in full swing.

It was a good year financially for McMann and Tate though I have my doubts I will be sharing in that pie. That’s up to them and I am ambivalent about getting bonuses since I rarely get them. Lot’s of friendly faces, everyone in a good mood and many people telling me how much they will miss me, my dark sense of humor, my quotes on the morning announcement. Some people told me they thought I was doing a good job and they were sorry to see me go. I told them I wished they had told me that a month earlier.
Basically when people asked why I was leaving I told them it was because I was burnt out.

Also because I was on the receiving end of more negativity than positivity. It didn’t matter, I had a good time nonetheless. The McMann and Taters looking very nice in their James Bond attire. I opted for a Sharkskin suit by Phat Farm. I looked great and mingled with everyone while drinking a Stella Artois and occasionally dancing. Smoked a jazz cigarette with a few Taters, and even joined one or two in the bathroom a couple of times for some Freudian excess.

When I first interviewed for McMann and Tate, I was interviewed by a woman named Susie. She used to work at the office and I think she once held my job. It was ironic that she would turn up on my last outing with McMann and Tate. She asked what had happened and I told her, once again that I was burned out. She seemed to understand and offered me her business card. Surprisingly a few employees told me that they plan to leave McMann and Tate in the upcoming months.

Found out that a few coworkers are pregnant so that will also be a shake up in the office. I sure picked a good time to leave. I’m glad I gave them notice and didn’t leave them hanging, though it was tempting.

Lizzie Borden was there with her boyfriend, Michael. She’s great, he’s a nice guy and I felt compelled to state my hipster credentials to him, emphasizing that I use to work at McSwells back in the day. One too many trips to the loo with others probably brought on that fit of paranoia. He just laughed. I was supposed to hang out with Juan who was up for the night and to my eternal gratitude, he came into the city and picked me up and drove me home where we wound up hanging out, drinking beers and playing music for each other until 4:00AM. He slept over and left this morning. What a great guy.

Thanks Juan!