April 22, 2007
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good news, for once
The good news is that for my one-year anniversary, I got a promotion and a raise. I’m now an Associate Publicity instead of a Publicity Assistant, and my darling publisher somehow managed to wangle me a 10% raise.
I finally, finally went to see Will play last night, first time in eons. Sherry was nice enough to sit with me, since I didn’t really know anyone there. It made me a little sad that Sherry thought I had met all of the musicians on stage and various other musical people who were there, but I knew none of them. I said, “Peter hasn’t invited me to anything but gigs for a long time now.” She said, “I was sure you would have been at some rehearsals.” I said, “No, he doesn’t ever invite me to rehearsals.” She made some noises about how she would invite me the next time, how nice this group of musicians is and how much I’d like them. She said that Will is just absent-minded and hasn’t excluded me on purpose. I think differently. I never hear from Will until there’s something he wants from me. He never even let me know that he was back in the office for two days last week. I didn’t get horribly depressed at the show but knew I’d been left behind. The band only played one set; it’s a largish ensemble going very heavy on the Harry Smith Anthology stuff. I left after the set and before I could see Will. He never wants to talk to me at these things. I told Sherry I had to leave right away because I had to take the subway and didn’t want to linger late.I’m really not sure why he’s so invested in my coming to these things, but I feel like I did the right thing by going. I’ve been trying not to be resentful and to be kind and loving as much as possible, but I feel really used/discarded/neglected by this former friend.
On top of everything else, that asshole Kirk was at the club — Will has nothing to do with him any more, but this particular club is still Kirk’s spot. On my way in, I just didn’t meet his eyes and zipped on past, but on my way out, he was stationed at the door and called my name loudly, yelling, “Come on, say hi!” I actually ran out the door.
Leo and I took my bonus yesterday (the company recently distributed $425 to each employee, owing to a profitable year; after tax, I had about $230) and bought two pair of sneakers for each of us. Our podiatrist insists on New Balance, so we went to a discount sneaker store and got him two pair of NB and I for one NB and one Nike. I still have that freakin’ fungal thing on my right foot, which hurts on and off, so sneakers it is.
It’s time to get back to the gym again. My eating isn’t too bad but I’ll never lose weight if I don’t work out.
