A bit after midnight at Rem Schoen’s on East 70th Street, early Thursday morning. I was a bit pissed off to learn I was being dropped from Eddie Song next Sunday (‘they found someone else’—probably someone more confident with the Hoyer), but now sitting here at Rem’s, drinking a little v I snuck in, and trying to pay attention to her when she talks when she’s not always lucid and can’t make out my replies (doesn’t have hearing aid in), I realize I really hate this stuff. I was feeling rather triumphant the last couple of days, thinking I’d have maybe $900 hitting the WF acct on Friday, but really that’s nothing. Downloaded all my paystubs from Anchor this afternoon. Now that’s four months so far, and the net pay in that time is tiny. I mean, I didn’t think it would be much, but…oh wait, 4489 YTD? More than I’d expected. Meaning year-end earnings for Anchor alone will be nearly 8000. That plus nruns will be something like 14,000. Scary.
Rem coming in on her walker.
