Today started with a boom. It was really loud and from the way it rattled the windows everyone in my office thought it had blown up close by, possibly the hideous fountain in front where the gryphon is holding the carp. But it turned out to be a car bomb. We could see the black smoke coming up. It must have been a really big bomb. It knocked my monitor out of adjustment – concussion.
The rest of the day I’ve looked into people’s material requests, asking probing questions, using my power to make line item vetoes. Boring stuff.
I sent up some more information today about my botched promotion. This time C. is helping me out. She’s worked in Wash. D.C. for the past year and a half and knows some admin people there. Emails about my situation have been forwarded to a flag level officer at the Pentagon. Maybe he can do something. Oddly I think the guy is an Air Force general…but aren’t they the best at admin anyway?
I don’t know what I’ll read tonight. I finished The Making of Toro last night. Excellent book but too short. I rarely say that about a book. I have a copy of Esquire – the survival issue. I can only imagine Esquire printing stories of surviving as a metrosexual male…how the Ikea catalogue didn’t show up on time, how the Swedish furniture clashed with the blue sky vodka bottle glowing softly under the track lighting of the bar – how his Italian shoes fell apart when he lost his debit card and had to walk home…but maybe they’ll have some good artic plane crash stories too.
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