Wednesday, February 6
ABC 3:00 p.m.
Marcy came out of Josh’s office and she glared at me when she passed my desk. Whatever. She’s taken, like, a grand total of 16 months of maternity leave. It’s as if the company pays her to drop a new piglet and take half of every year off. And I can’t blow one day of work at my desk, reeking of booze, and checking my email 9000 times? Bite it, Marcy.
Thursday, February 7
CASD4 4:00 p.m.
Ah, it’s 4:45. Fifteen minutes left of this rotten workday. Sure, Marcy’s pissed off and Josh probably has me on a short list of people who are getting canned this year, but I wasn’t fired today. And tonight there’s this band playing at the Casbah, and there are drink specials till 10 at the Pink Elephant. It’s going to be relaxing to finally get out of this office, and I might have a drink just to forget about this awful day.