She was so forward. I was just asking to meet
for a drink and now she had me picking her up for dinner. But,
it sounded okay to me! "I guess I could be ready around
seven thirty, is that all right?"
"That's just fine. I guess it’s a date," she
said with a smile.
Guiding my career right down the drain would
almost be worth planting one big wet kiss on her lips. I really
wasn't that happy with my job anyway. With what was probably a
very stupid grin on my face I just gulped, saying, "Okay, I
guess it's a date."
After a couple of "see-ya-laters" she waltzed off
down the hallway and was gone.
Somewhere in my state of confusion, I was lost
without a road map. Things were really getting complicated. To
get me out of this would take a guardian angel – although I
really didn't want to get out of this one. That was the tough
part. Maybe it had something to do with what Max had said at
lunch. Max had a way of providing answers before I knew the
questions. But what did what he said have to do with my
situation? The question that he had asked was "What was
I?" and I knew that he didn't mean the same thing as "Who
was I?" but I was still confused. They were the same
and had nothing to do with my question at hand.
Mark walked up to my desk and handed me a
piece of paper. "I think that you better take a look at
this, James."
Looking down at the paper; I turned it over
front to back only to see that it was blank on both sides. "What
is it?" I asked, totally confused as to why he handed me a
blank sheet of paper.
"It’s your job description after Mr. Lee finds out
that you and Gina are messing around," he chuckled.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, Mark, but
Gina and I aren't fooling around," I said. "In fact we
are going out tonight as a favor to Mr. Lee."
"That’s not what it looks like to me
and the gang. You may say you’re doing the boss a favor,
but it looks more like the "bossanova" to me," he
said. "You know what I mean? Not that we blame you –
that baby do got back!"
"That’s pretty funny, Mark –
really good toilet humor. Did you ever think about becoming a
comodian? Well, I have a lot to do. You'll have to
excuse me while I get back to work, or we’ll both end up
with this for a job description," I said, handing back his
blank sheet of paper.
