It’s Thursday again. This is getting quite repetitive. Last night was mellow. Bill came home from his rehearsal and so out of breath I thought he was about to have an asthma attack. But he wound up sneezing close to twenty times. Non-stop. Then he went right to bed. Poor thing seems to be coming down with a cold. He becomes such a baby when he gets ill, and I snap into full worry mode. It’s expected of me by Bill since I’m a Virgo and that is what Virgos do. At least according to the astrology that he is so fond of believing.

I watched TV, waiting for Lost. I started watching Dawn of the Dead in the meantime and that was a mistake. I hate zombie movies. Not that I don’t like them but they get to me like no other type of horror movie. And these weren’t your ordinary zombies, slow and sluggish. They were fast and they ran. They were zoombies. It was scary enough but I couldn’t last past 15 minutes. I did see the ending a few months ago, and it ends badly. There is no hope and no one is going to rescue the refugees.

Lost eventually came on and it was better than I expected even though the character they focused on was the one I don’t particularly like, John Locke. I much prefer Kate. She’s hot and sexy. Possibly the hottest woman on TV. It was a good episode like I said and it ended before I knew it. Of course there were plenty of loose ends to deal with. The cliffhanger to get you back next week. I wouldn’t mind staying on the island provided there were no zoombies or zombies. Not an unreasonable fantasy demand don’t you think?

Yesterday I mentioned that Annemarie might be right about my working for another staffing agency. I needed to get out of McMann and Tate as soon as I could though. I don’t have any fond memories of that place, unlike Wanker Banker where there are plenty of good memories to look back on. I could easily see McMann and Tate being overrun by zombies and no one really noticing. The other day I was in Chelsea before the suited guys soirée and very close to where Felicia lives. I walked by it several times and her name is still on the buzzer.

I did keep an eye out for her, but she never turned up. As fucked up as she was I suppose meeting her on the street would be friendly enough. I dropped an email to Amiable Alan, since I hadn’t heard from him in a while. Just checked in to see if he was still alive and well. He responded that he was so I’ll have to take his word for it since I don’t believe zombies have the ability to type. The zombies can type and are reported to have phenomenal words per minute rankings.

And as far as Annemarie being right, she usually is. But you didn’t hear it from me.

It’s Wednesday and it’s usually the day that is the hump, but for me, it feels like I’ve been humped. And it’s not a good feeling. I suppose it all started last night, coming home after 3 Heinekens with well dressed suit and tie wearing gay men in a lounge in Chelsea. These guys were nice, no funny business or groping, just a social thing. They looked good and they in turn told me that I looked good. Yes, those compliments carried me home. Karma paid off in the way that the train appeared at the station soon after I showed up on the platform and there was a bus waiting for me at the bus terminal.

I came home to find Bill who was close to flat lining a zombie sitting in front of the TV. He had tried to sleep and got an hour or two but woke up and couldn’t get back. Now, I was buzzed when I came home and Bill remarked how good I looked. I replied, ‘I know. I’ve been hearing it all night.’ Then I proceeded to tell him about what I had done and where I had been and I wasn’t rubbing it in his face, but I have a sneaky suspicion that he took it as that. I tried to make things better by telling him that the underwear I washed for him was on the keyboards.

Being a zombie, he grunted and kissed me good night before shuffling off to bed again. I sat and wrote. Didn’t really think about how he might have taken my going out and having a good time. He does his thing and I do mine. I’m sure he envisioned the bacchanal that used to happen at the men in suits parties we used to attend and where we had met. It wasn’t. Everyone kept their clothes on and their members tucked away. I didn’t see any erections and I wasn’t looking for them either. Soon enough, I too went to sleep.

Woke up ok this morning, Bill was off and running and I did my shower and breakfast routine reveling in the glamor of it all. I finished up and started walking to the bus stop. The bus pulled up when I was across the street from the stop but couldn’t cross in time due to the unusual amount of traffic on the street. It was unusual since there is hardly any at 7:30 in the morning. The bus pulled away and I waited for the next one due a few minutes later.

I got to the office on time and started things up. Since there’s a new program on all the computers things are a bit askew. I’m supposed to know when people come in for an interview but I haven’t lately. That’s generally ok except for one applicant. She comes in and I give her the rundown, sign in here, fill out these forms, here’s where you can hang up your coat etc. She goes, Oh I’ll keep it on, I have so many things in my pockets. Whatevs.

I give her the paperwork when she goes, ‘Oh I just hate filling out forms, don’t you?’ ‘Uh, no. It doesn’t bother me.’ ‘You don’t have to be so rude.’ Rude? I said this at 3:00, I was tired, not rude. I said it in such a lackadaisical way too. I figure this chick is a nut job. I excuse myself and tell the guy she’s supposed to meet that this one is crazy. It’s one of my jobs to suss people out and this one was in the red. He met with her and after she left he goes, she was nice. Another counselor mentioned that the nut job must have been ok, she smiled at the counselor.

Oh, ok. It must be me then. I know it wasn’t me. They will send this nut out on an interview and she’ll be rude to the next receptionist. I have to get out of this place. I think Annemarie was right. Once again.