I shake my head no.
“Is he in love with you?” she says. “Does he want to go out with you?”
I shake my head no.
“Is he in love with me?” she says. “Does he want to go out with me? Am I fired?”
I do not shake my head no.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute, go back,” she says. “I’m fired?”
I shake my head no.
“But I’m in the shit?” she says. “I’m somewhat in the shit?”
I shrug.
“Will you freaking talk to me?” she says. “This is important. Don’t be a dick for once.”
I do not consider myself a dick and I do not appreciate being called a dick, in the cave, in English, and the truth is, if she would try a little harder not to talk in the cave, she would not be so much in the shit.
I hold up one finger, like: Wait a sec. Then I go into my Separate Area and write her a note:
Nordstrom is unhappy with you, it says. And unhappy with me because I have been lying for you on my DPPEFs. So I am going to start telling the truth. And as you know, if I tell the truth about you, you will be a goner, unless you start acting better. Therefore please start acting better. Sorry I couldn’t say this in the cave, but as you know, we are not supposed to speak English in the cave. I enjoy working with you. We just have to get this thing straightened out.
Sitting on her log she reads my note.
“Time to pull head out of ass, I guess,” she says.
I give her a thumbs-up.
11.
Next morning I go to the Big Slot and find it goatless. Also there is no note.
Janet comes out and hands me a note and makes, very quickly, a nice little fire.
I really apreciate what you did, her note says. That you tole me the truth. Your a real pal and are going to see how good I can be.
For breakfast I count out twenty Reserve Crackers each. Afterward I work on the pictographs and she pretends to catch and eat small bugs. For lunch I count out twenty Reserve Crackers each. After lunch I pretend to sharpen my spear and she sits at my feet speaking long strings of unintelligible sounds.
No one pokes their head in.
When the quality of light changes she stands at the door of her Separate Area and sort of wiggles her eyebrows, like: Pretty good, eh?
I go into my Separate Area. I take out a Daily Partner Performance Evaluation Form.
For once it’s easy.
Do I note any attitudinal difficulties? I do not. How do I rate my Partner overall? Very good. Are there any Situations which require Mediation?
There are not.
I fax it in.
12.
Next morning I go to the Big Slot and again find it goatless. Again no note.
Janet comes out and again makes, very quickly, a nice little fire.
I count out twenty Reserve Crackers each. After breakfast we work on the pictographs. After lunch she goes to the doorway and starts barking out sounds meant to indicate that a very impressive herd of feeding things is thundering past etc. etc., which of course it is not, the feeding things, being robotic, are right where they always are, across the river. When she barks I grab my spear and come racing up and join her in barking at the imaginary feeding things.
All day no one pokes their head in.
Then the quality of light changes and she stands at the door of her Separate Area giving me a smile, like: It’s actually sort of fun doing it right, isn’t it?
I take out a Daily Partner Performance Evaluation Form.
Again: Easy.
Do I note any attitudinal difficulties? I do not. How do I rate my Partner overall? Very good. Are there any Situations which require Mediation?
There are not.
I fax it in.
Also I write Nordstrom a note:
Per our conversation, it says, I took the liberty of bringing Janet up to speed. Since that time she has been doing wonderful work, as reflected in my (now truthful!!) Daily Partner Performance Evaluation Forms. Thank you for your frankness. Also, I apologize for that period during which I was less than truthful on my DPPEFs. I can see now just how negative that was.
A bit of ass-kissing, yes.
But I’ve got some making up to do.
I fax it in.
13.
Late in the night my fax makes the sound it makes when a fax is coming in.
From Nordstrom:
What? What? it says. You told her? Did I tell you to tell her? And now you have the nerve to say she is doing good? Why should I believe you when you say she is doing good, when all that time she was doing so bad you always said she was doing so good? Oh you have hacked me off. Do you know what I hate? Due to my childhood? Which is maybe why I’m so driven? A liar. Dad lied by cheating on Mom, Mom lied by cheating on Dad, with Kenneth, who was himself a liar, and promised, at his wedding to Mom, to buy me three ponies with golden saddles, and then later, upon divorcing Mom, promised to at least get me one pony with a regular saddle, but needless to say, no ponies were ever gotten by me. Which is maybe why I hate a liar. SO DON’T LIE ANYMORE. Don’t lie even one more time about that hideous Janet. I can’t believe you told her! Do you really think I care about how she is? I KNOW how she is. She is BAD. But what I need is for you to SAY IT. For reasons of documentation. Do you have any idea how hard it is to fire a gal, not to mention an old gal, not to mention an old gal with so many years of service under her ancient withered belt? There is so much you don’t know, about the Remixing, about our plans! Do not even answer me, I am too mad to read it.
Which is not at all what I had in mind.
No doubt my status with Nordstrom has been somewhat damaged.
But okay.
Janet is now doing better and I am now telling the truth. So things are as they should be.
And I’m sure that, in the long run, Nordstrom will come to appreciate what I’ve accomplished.
14.
Next morning I go to the Big Slot and again find it goatless. Again no note.
Janet comes out and makes, very quickly, a nice little fire.
We squat and eat our Reserve Crackers while occasionally swatting each other with our hands. We get in kind of a mock squabble and scurry around the cave bent over and shrieking. She is really doing very well. I pound a rock against a rock in rage, indicating that I intend to toss some dirt in her face. She barks back very sharply.
Someone pokes their head in.
Young guy, kind of goofy-looking.
“Bradley?” Janet says. “Holy shit.”
“Hey, nice greeting, Ma,” the guy says, and walks in. He’s not supposed to walk in. No one’s supposed to walk in. I can’t remember a time when anyone has ever just walked in.
“Fucking stinks in here,” he says.
“Don’t you even come into my workplace and start swearing,” Janet says.
“Yeah right Ma,” he says. “Like you never came into my workplace and started swearing.”
“Like you ever had a workplace,” she says. “Like you ever worked.”
“Like jewelry making wasn’t work,” he says.
“Oh Bradley you are so full of it,” she says. “You didn’t have none of the equipment and no freaking jewels. And no customers. You never made a single piece of jewelry. You just sat moping in the basement.”
Just our luck: Our first Guest in two weeks and it’s a relative.
I clear my throat. I give her a look.
“Give us five freaking minutes, will you, Mr. Tightass?” she says. “This is my kid here.”
“I was conceptualizing my designs, Ma,” he says. “Which is an important part of it. And you definitely swore at my workplace. I remember very clearly one time you came down into the basement and said I was a fucking asshole for wasting my time trying to make my dream come true of being a jewelry maker.”