Friday, April 07, 2006

Changes

Coming into building see head of security escorting photographer out of building. Says to photographer, And you will not come back again, is that understood. Have never seen anybody get kicked out of building, even woman who for a period of two weeks the summer of 2003 stopped at every copy machine in building to make copies of her flyers for her Lost Parrot, or the man who attended many of our events and wore nothing but a tank top, shorts that did not adequetly cover his genitals and who made strange snorting sounds while people were trying to talk about Art, or man who came into office--spring 2002--with tape recorder demanding to see the Boss so that he could Interview him. This man did not help his credibility by also waving tape recorder in face of the Contessa and myself when we tried to tell him that the Boss was on vacation. Will You be Willing to Go On The Record? He asked repeatedly. Ejected photographer must have done something extremely bad. Try to ascertain reason by staring at photographer and head of secuity in way that eventually feel is making myself seem suspicious. Go into building. While waiting for elevator, peer out glass, still very interested. Rest of lobby full of people in suits (!) Read poster for event. Event has to do with Politics. Hear snatches of conversation about FEMA and the DHS and feel that am in episode of the West Wing. Am in middle of elaborate fantasy about marching down hallways speaking very quickly to assistant about matters of National Security. We are leaving building and are jumping into chauffered black car (elevator) when Libby asks, So what about that new job of yours? Am very confused. (Is she so efficient she can literally read minds?) Ask, What job? The job in the English department. Had give up that job for dead, but am curious to see what she know. Ask. I heard you were starting next week, she says, keeping the elevator door open with her foot. Other people in the elevator are glaring at her, but Libby demonstrably immune to glares, and am, for once, glad.

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