Tuesday, January 22, 2002


Erika (Erica? I don't know.) sidles up to my desk and says I'm having lunch with the CEO tomorrow from noon until one. There's going to be pizza provided, and we get to talk about the company. I'm quite sure there's going to be a group of us, so it's not like he'll remember me 10 minutes later. Hell, I don't think I know what he looks like.