The week dragged by. Ourquiet season started at work, which was both good and bad. I'm an events associate at Moxie Events and PR. Associate means I get paid less. With the holiday season over, we could all breathe a little. I left work at 5:30 two days in a row! I had done good work on the Wentworth Securities Holiday Party, and I had already blown my bonus on a pair of beautiful purple seude stilettos. I was drinking my third cup of coffee of the day and chatting with my friend Emily on the phone when I heard my boss heading down the hallway. "Gotta go," I whispered and quickly hung up.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"I'm waiting for confirmation on the flowers for the Ellington party." I said. "They said they would fax it in today. I called Sarah Marshall from the Ninth Avenue Restoration Project, they're going to send us their invite list no later than noon tomorrow."
He nodded and walked off. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey!" He barked, coming back down the hallway. "I just heard from Sandy. We got the CFJJ Dinner. I'm putting you on it. Don't screw up."
He turned again and walked away. I jumped up to follow him. "Hey, Ross, wait, um...what?"
"Call Sandy and get the details. I want your outline by Monday."
"Um...Ross, wait, I-"
The door slammed in my face. The Carrington Foundation for Juvenile Justice was a huge coup for Moxie. And a huge project. Was he serious?
"So we aren't going to see you until the end of March?" Eliana asked later that night. I was flopped facedown on my bed,listening to Project Runway from the TV. I shifted the phone to my other ear. "Pretty much. It's our biggest dinner of the year."
"At least it's a cause you believe in," she commented. "Remember when you had to do registration for the Catholic Women's League of New York?"
We both laughed. "It is a good cause." I agreed. "I'm just going to be crazy busy. "
"Wha else is new?" Eliana replied. "I'm going to bed."
I groaned. "I am so tired!"
"Go to bed."
"I can't." I rolled over to look at the TV. "I need to find out who gets cut."
"Babe!" A voice called from the living room as a door slammed.
"Jax is here." I said. "I'll talk you later." I hung up as Jax burst into the room.
"GUESS who I saw in the lobby!"
"Who did you see in the lobby?"
"David!" She flopped down on my bed. "I made sure to mention you were home."
"Funny," I said. "He hasn't come by."
"You could always call him."
"I could also stab myself with my new shoes." I gestured towards the box on my desk, changing the subject. "Wentworth Securities."
"Niiiiice." Jax stroked the shoe. "What are you going to wear them with?"
I shrugged. "Black suit? I don't know, they were too pretty to pass up."
Jax pulled off her shoes and slipped on the stilettos. "Whoa, these are high!"
"Three inches."
"How are you going to walk in them?"
"Does it matter? They're Via Spiga and they were half off!"
Okay, so they were outrageous, even half-off it was more than I would normally spend on shoes. And they were purple. Kind of impractical. But who cares? I needed some happy shoes. And I got them.