Already it begins. Walking down tha aisle is Sticky Peters. I don’t know why I call him that, I jus do. It jus popped into my head. There iz somethin sticky about him, jus the way he iz. He iz like all greeezzy without being Italian, like he makes his own gravy. He iz a sick fuck. Every time I walk down tha aisle he stares at my ass, and everything else. In fact, I feel hiz eyes on me all the time. One of these dayz I am gonna get pregnant jus from him lookin at me. I think he iz a date rapist or something, like that placekicker that was hanging around with roofies out in the East Bay, that football player. But he never sez anything to me. He is a fuckin loser iz what.

So yeah, he iz starin at me already. Lookin at me out tha corner of his eye.

“Good morning,” he sez. I say nothin.

First 2 words he haz ever spoken to me.

Unfotunately I gotta piss, coffee runs right thru me. I already know what’s gonna happen, I’m gonna get up, take a turn, and I’m gonna get him watchin my azz.

I get up, take a turn, he iz watchin my azz. It is endlessly interesting to these fuckers.

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Turns out I had to take a shit too so when I get back to tha desk the room has filled up with people mostly. When I wuz in there in tha stall Rebecca was in there 2. I told her about Sticky Peters and she said hez a sick fuck 2. Guyz don’t know that when girlz go to the bathroom they talk in tha stallz. They talk about everything. That iz how word gets around.

What I didn’t tell her wuz about last night. The whole thing fuckin freaked me out. CN of course is a good guy but he seems desperate and maybe a little dangerous, like he might take a shotgun to his whole family or somethin. That happened recently, up in Tarrytown, some Wall Street guy was getting rinsed in a divorce and he snapped. U can see how that shit happens. And then of course Weber wuz obviously suicidal or somethin but what r u gonna do? Call an ambulance to take away 1 of tha richest guys in the world? I think when u make that money ppl assume u can handle urself.

So anyway I get back 2 my desk and of course Sticky Peters stares at my tits the whole time and when I sit down Robbie is waiting for me.

“Wanna go over to the Renaissance after work, roll around for a few hours? It’ll be fun.”

“Kill yourself.”

Robbie laughs and walks off.

He does this to me every morning. Yesterday morning he axed if I wanted to come over to his apartment and take some pillz and light some candles. I told him to fuck himself. Robbie iz one of these guyz who lookz older than he lookz. He might be 38 but looks 46. Might be tha drugz. I think he does a lot of rails, maybe even in the bathrooms here. He sits down in tha morning all hung and starts talking about tha wild sex he had last night with some chick he met in a bar. He haz been slinging stock for a long time, started right out of college, like me. I wonder what I will look like when I am 38. Probably goin on 46.