First of all, one of our Executive Vice Presidents is hosting a Sweet Sixteen party for his daughter next month. The party’s going to be in a club in New York and will feature a fairly popular band (they have a popular song on the radio, in a movie, and on Dawson’s Creek). The whole thing is going to cost the boss tens of thousands of dollars.
If I remember correctly, in comparison, Darren‘s “Sweet Sixteen” cost us about $40 to put together, including a cake and pink decorations. In any case, it’s a hell of a lot of money to spend on a birthday party.
But the reason I like this job is the top floor of our building. Since I get to work with some of the higher-ups, every once in a while I have an excuse for going to floor 24, which contains the office of the CEO, a few Executive VPs, the board room, and some really nice amenities. The floor is almost considered a sacred place and very few people are priviledged enough to be allowed to enter, but the security guards know me now.
Yes, I suppose this is all about my need to feel like people think I’m special. I’ve basically lived in such a way that I’ve felt that most people wouldn’t care whether I was around or not… whether that’s true is immaterial. Without people who are willing to show they are interested in my company and my happiness, a hole is left within me that needs to be filled with something—some sort of feeling like I matter to someone.
In any case, I like going up to the top floor.
Is that where they keep the room with all the whores? 😛
They don’t like being called whores. The accepted term is “executive assistant.” :>