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"Thank you." He tossed the messages in the trash and fetched a tie from the drawer.
As he took off the one he was wearing, he smiled a little. "It's a wonder I can dress
myself, isn't it?"
"Well, it would be a wonder if you could dress yourself, if that's what you mean."
"In case I haven't told you lately how totally overqualified for this job you are," he said as
he straightened the new tie and picked up a leather portfolio, "you're totally overqualified
for this job."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Unfortunately, what I'm qualified to be is a brilliant up-and-coming
intern, and somehow, as paltry as my current wage may be, I think I would notice the
abrupt drop to zero." She handed him a pen as he went by her on his way out. "This is
so you don't buzz me in five minutes and ask me to bring you one." He smiled gratefully
and brushed by her. Joey went back to her cubicle, where a small, tense-looking
woman was waiting predatorily. "Hello, Laurie. How are things in marketing?"
"I need half an hour with him tomorrow."
Joey opened the calendar and scanned it. "I don't have half an hour tomorrow. I have
half an hour on Monday."
"It can't be Monday, it has to be tomorrow." Laurie looked impatiently over Joey's
shoulder. "I'm sure there's some time open."
"Well, there's no time open, because he's busy all day, but I'd be happy to put you in for
Monday." She wondered who had sold Laurie that eye shadow. Purple, frosted,
hideous.
"He can't be busy all day, Joey," Laurie whined, then shifted to what she seemed to think
was a sweet-talking tone. "Can't you just sort of squeeze me in around the edges?"
Joey eyed Laurie with a distinct chill. "Here's how this works. Chris comes in at 7:00
every morning, and he spends the first half-hour doing the five things he left on his desk
when he went home at 10:00 the night before. At 7:30, he pulls a granola bar out of his
briefcase and eats it while he reads e-mail that showed up overnight. At 8:00, he has his
first meeting. He has meetings, appointments, and other assorted commitments every
minute of the day until 12:00, when he stops to spend twenty-five minutes eating lunch
followed by five minutes telling me how he needs to stop taking on so much stuff,
because it's driving him crazy. At 12:30, the endless stream of individuals starts again,
and not only does every single one of them take their entire allotment of time, but I
usually have to go in there with a cattle prod and a block of cheese to either bully or lure
them out of his office so that the next vulture can go in and do exactly the same thing.
He usually stops for dinner at about 7:00, when his 5:00 appointment -- which has
probably started an hour late and stayed a half-hour too long -- finally leaves. While he
eats dinner, he writes me a list of things he needs me to do the next day, and then he
works nonstop for another three hours, at which time he leaves the last five things he
should do sitting on his desk to be dealt with at 7:00 the next morning, and he goes
home. Now unless you can show me where, on last night's 7:00 Joey-please-do-this list,
it says I'm supposed to clear time in his schedule to hear you tell him again why four