“You’ve been spending so much time on this account I feel like I never see you anymore,” Liz said, looking at me pointedly.
“I know, it’s been crazy! But the campaign is coming along really well. You know how it is, really want to capture the essence of the small town, blah blah blah.”
“Speaking of blah blah blah, I heard a rumor that one of the campaigns up for grabs today is Wool, that cute little shop over on Madison that sells those insanely expensive sweaters? If it happened to come to me, I wouldn’t be opposed to it, if you know what I’m saying . . .”
“Shop on Madison, shop on Madison, have I been there?” I asked, trying to picture which one she was talking about. Shops tended to open and close so quickly in Manhattan; no one could afford their rent very long if their store wasn’t performing almost immediately.
“Sure, sure, remember we went there right after it opened? You hit on the sales guy who tried to sell us woolen dickies and ended up meeting him for a drink that weekend?”
“The guy with the ears, right?” I dimly remembered riding a beautiful face with unfortunately large, floppy ears. I’d felt like I was on a ride at Disney World.
“Exactly, the guy with the ears. And his boss is the guy with the pitch, so when it comes up, if you could be looking in my direction, that’d be ever so groovy.” She blinked at me so innocently I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ever so groovy?”
“Partridge Family marathon yesterday. I was this close to getting my hair feathered.”
“Jeez, I would have had to friend-divorce you—or at least take you to my salon. Which reminds me, I’m pretty sure I missed my last appointment with Roscoe.”
“Whoa, you missed an appointment with Roscoe? Hairstylist to the stars Roscoe?”
“That’s the one, and he gets pretty testy if you no-show on him. I’ve been avoiding my email all weekend; I just know I got one of those ‘sorry we missed you, but no one does this, so thin ice and all that’ emails,” I replied, scratching my back again. I did feel bad. Roscoe had been doing my hair for years, long before he became the stylist everyone was trying to get an appointment with. I also didn’t tell her that the appointment I’d missed had been the second in a row . . .
“I would kill for an appointment at his salon, and you’re blithely missing yours—what a life!” Liz said, shaking her head. “So, you’ll be on the lookout for that pitch today? Wool?”
“Why are you asking me? You know Dan decides that,” I said, twisting in my seat, trying to find the itch that just wouldn’t stop.
“Yeah, but you’re Dan today.”
“Pardon?” I asked, half listening to her as I grabbed a pen and tried to use that on my back.
“Dan is out sick, so you’re running the meeting today. Did you know that your dress is on inside out?”
“What are you talking about?”
“He sent an email last night saying that he’s out with the flu, and you’d be running things today and possibly tomorrow—”
The air left the room.
“He attached all the accounts for you to review—”
My entire body went rigid and cold.
“—and if you could make sure that Wool job goes to me, but don’t make it look like it was mine all along, you know, that’d be awesome . . .”
It was strange, being able to breathe with no air in the room. And I was breathing. Heavily.
“And you should fix your dress since the meeting’s in five minutes. See you in there . . . boss.” She winked and was gone.
No worries. No worries at all. I could cram a day’s worth of work reviewing these accounts into five minutes.
Actually, four. Because my dress is on inside out.
Bad week. Bad, bad, bad week.
Liz got the campaign she wanted, because I didn’t have a clue who else to give it to. I’d missed the email that Dan had sent the entire group, as well as missing the email that he’d sent just to me Sunday afternoon. In this age of smartphones and everywhere Wi-Fi, it simply wasn’t possible to lie to your boss about not getting an email. Unless you weren’t checking your email because you were too busy.
But when the tongue and the coming and then the fingers and the screaming and the oh my, that was unexpected but awesome, can you do that exactly the same way again . . . Things like phone chargers tend to go by the wayside.