Jan 05, 2008 14:48
But a boss is supposed to be able to pay his employees on payday -- and on a payday before the holidays, no less. They would rend me to pieces if they didn't adore me so much. Ha!
It's noonish, and everyone is either out to lunch or hanging about doing something vaguely useful. Now, where is Herman...
I see him onstage and I grab him by the arm (my fingertips positively crackle with pleasure). "Herman, dear, have you seen Leona at all?"
"No, mein Herr, she hasn't been around for the past two weeks or so," is his reply.
"You don't think she's left us in the lurch, do you?" I say smirkingly.
He smiles (I experience a deep, internal twinge) and chuckles (mein Gott, does everything this man does have to be musical?) and says, "With our so-called profits, I doubt it."
I let him go. (I let him go.)
(I am my own Greek chorus!)
Oh, he is going to be the death of me one of these days. But I'm in a much better mood now. Although I'd be in a perfect mood altogether if Leona would show up with our money.
I am at the bar, helping myself to a cigarette and glass of gin.
[ooc: Fyi, this one's open to all]
john,
emcee,
payday,
fritzie,
herman,
helga,
chance,
leona