Another dreary day, at least the day of the week is correct, it being a Sunday. Not much to do but sit and read the papers, drink too much coffee, and watch the rain pour down. Oh and think about what work will be like for me on Monday. Not exactly the best way to spend time away from work. I’ve checked the night phones a few times for McMann and Tate and the service that was supposedly performed by Demetrius, the phone guy, wasn’t completed. I’m sure Felicia checked.

Yes Felicia, the bearer of bad news, the one who insists on hugging me and telling me she loves me, I’m sure she was on top of it. She strikes me as a basically good person, albeit with a lot of baggage, you know, with the cancer and the seizures and all. She’s constantly mentioning that we dislike the very same people for the very same reasons, with her saying she’s been with McMann and Tate for over three years and still hasn’t gotten closer to some of the people. Some people just don’t want to get close, some people have an air that they don’t trust anyone, even if they are running systems for the company.

It’s funny, when Sean Combs’ former boss, then protégé was in the office I mentioned to Senor Marx and some slag that I was surprised to see Mr. So and So coming in. They weren’t impressed with what I knew about Mr. So and So, in fact they just laughed at my statement. Really. They didn’t try to hide their amusement for my earnestness, they laughed in my face from about 10 feet away. And I’m rude. I decided not to let them know about Mr. So and So. I’m sure they will find out if and when it turns into King Midas in Reverse.

I have a wealth of information that they just don’t know anything about, and as anyone who knows me will tell you, I do love sharing information. I know I’ve taken precautions and chatted with a lawyer friend at the department of labor who seems to think I may have a case. Funny thing that the department of labor is right around the corner from where I work now. It’s where I won the hearing last year with regards to the fraudulent claim charged by the Department against me. Whether or not I pursue it is up to me. I do like some of these people and wouldn’t want to see anything happen to them legal wise.

Mr. Root Beer who told me I was doing a sterling job might be surprised by what goes on, but I’m not a rat. Merely a rope seller.

I will go to work with the best intentions and whether or not they recognize my efforts is up to them. I showed several times and even have on tape some people saying good positive things about me. And even some things not so favorable. Got to tape the good with the bad.

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Happy Gay Pride 2006

And it goes a little something like this. Slept well last night, got out of bed all right. Put my glasses on for some sight, had to take a piss ‘cause my drawers were so tight. That’s my attempt at a rap lyric. I won’t do it again, I promise. Today was a busy day, but not busy enough for Felicia to tell me that I have to make up my mind if I want to stay there. I should take the weekend to think about it. I’ve been told that I’m rude also. I told her that I was planning to get through a year, since I started in April. I reminded her that she asked me during my initial interview that she asked me if I was willing to make a commitment and not leave after three months. I wonder how many receptionists they go through? She said that I needed to think about seeing if this was the right job for me.

Harrumph! This happened around lunchtime so I went out and had some lunch, while talking to Bill who was incredulous. I then called up Mark who got me into Wanker Banker and told yesterday to take me out of the running for a job he was pushing me for. I told him not to, to keep me under consideration. Turns out he asked someone in his office to do just that and they didn’t so nothing had changed. Called up Lawrence who kept trying to get me something, and once again he sounded sincere and said he’d start looking. Also called up Mindy at another agency and told her the same thing. She even went the extra mile and made noises that sounded like she was looking for my file. I think she did because the print was too small for her eyes and needed another size font.

I have to admit it actually felt good knowing where I stand at work. Yes, it’s right by the door, but knowing what they think of me after two months of trying to ingratiate myself to them, and then being called rude, I have a clear picture of what’s going on. They’re not really a welcoming group. The conservative financial world was a lot warmer than this crowd.

I did pour on the sweetness from then on. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I was offered a slice of Dominos pizza by a few of the people that I’ve never had more than two minutes of conversation with and it wasn’t for my lack of trying. I politely said no thanks, adding that I already bought a salad. Here’s another odd thing. You’re in New York City, where there’s a pizzeria on almost every corner and you go out and order Dominos? That is fucked up, I’m sorry. Also the guy that owns Dominos is a psycho Catholic who wants to build a town in Florida, a town for Christians only. He’s also a major funder of groups that are anti-choice.

Oh how I long for Wanker Banker. A touch of regret.

I thought it would take some time to fit in, but they seem to be closing that window of opportunity. As tired as I’ve been trying to fit in there, I kept at it. But all these things that Felicia and I talked about regarding various people, these people are probably the ones behind it. Fear and loathing in the world of corporate branding. How the hell did I get here? If I knew then what I know now…. two months. Shit.