The Vice-Boss perches on edge of desk in (apparent) imitation of New Man. How are things, she asks. The Contessa typing email furiously in attempt to look busy. Am certain that is sending me an email calculated to make me laugh. The Vice-Boss looks at me piercingly. Asks, How is your Writing? This conversation far down on list of topics would like to discuss with anybody, especially Vice-Boss (Mystery has taken surprising turn--somehow it became necessary to delve into childhoods of main--as well as several tangential--characters. This morning's subject concerned guide's reminiscences of her grandmother--involved chickens). Appears that what Vice Boss wants to talk about is how best to rearrange the office. Thinks that those book cases ought to go over there and that my desk and the Contessa's desks shoul dbe separated by those filing cabinets. I should go directly in front of the New Man's office and the Contessa should go in front of Her's. Then we can get chairs so that people wait in front of the proper office. Am not sure who is going to wait since all meetings take place outside of the office anyway, but agree. The Vice-Boss full of other ideas, which she elaborates on. Message pops up on screen, She Drinks Blood. Capacity for finding humor in situation gone.