165 4th St, Four-Faced Liar

Tonight we had a little celebration for J’s B-day. Too bad it was ruined by the fact that I had to express grave disappointment in one of our mutual friends about her sad performance this week. Does anyone believe that all they have to do for a fat paycheck is show up late, leave early and expect their boss to clean up?

So after I “ream” her out – her term, not mine, I stick around to hope that some corrections are implemented. Then I go to J’s B’day party. I end up making friends with J’s BFF’s boyfriend on the simple fact that we both know the old Split Enz song, “Six Months In a Leaky Boat.”

I had to catch a train home. This is a complicated relationship. I want to mark her deeply.