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.

Bill spent the night at his parent’s last night so he could vote this morning. It is Election Day. Did you vote? You’d better have if you’re able. I voted in Hoboken after deciding to go to work today. No text from Felicia and I thought about not going in but decided to go in, if only to see how the chemistry would feel like with Felicia, Terry and possibly Linda all working in the office.

I was put off this morning by Terry requesting that I ready a conference room in the afternoon for a meeting that she was arranging. Last week she would’ve been setting up the room alongside me, this week she’s telling me to do it.

Oh I simmered. I didn’t like that at all. Linda was out again with a bad throat and Felicia had something going on. She was very distant, not very communicative at all. She was in but not really there. Sort of like a light’s on, nobody home scenario. I ran a few errands outside the office with her blessing of, ‘Sure. Go ahead, it’s a nice day.’ It was a very nice morning as I wandered around Soho for a short while.

Things got fairly busy in the office, lot’s of meetings, messengers coming and in and going out and since we are directly across the hall from the New York City Board of Elections there was a lot of foot traffic in the hallway. Around 1:30 I went out for my usual salad while Felicia ran some errands of her own. I asked Terry to watch the phones while I was out. I came back with the salad about a half hour later to find Felicia eating a sandwich at my desk. I said ‘What a surprise’ as I sat down.

She turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes. I asked her what was wrong and she shows me a text on her cellphone. It basically said that she was going to get fired tomorrow and that she should be prepared, and that if she asks the sender of the email the sender would have to play dumb. That’s why she was acting the way she was acting this morning. I asked her who sent the text and she showed me that it was signed by Paul, the IT guy. Sure enough, she cornered Paul and asked if he sent it and he said no. She came back to me crying.

She ran down a list of people who could’ve sent it. No phone number turned up since it was sent to her cellphone at 6AM from an email account. It was obvious it was Paul. He played dumb like the text said he would. She told me that the errand she ran around noon was about her bringing her things home. She knew the writing was on the wall. I had to run an errand up to Times Square so I left that scene and took the subway uptown. I called up Julio who had called me earlier and told him what was going on in the office. He asked if I was going to get her position.

I told him I doubt it. It might be nice to move up that way, to get a promotion and a raise, but I don’t think I’ll be offered the position. I also called Juan and told him and hung out with Bill for a few minutes since I was across the street. I jumped on the train downtown and Felicia was nowhere to be seen. I asked her supervisor, Mark who told me she had stormed out and left. That’s all I know so far. Quite a day, eh?