Kathy worked today. The Marriott job is getting less lucrative. She thinks it has to do with the war and the recession. Tips are about half what she has earned in the past.

Lisa from Sales Technologies called tonight to have me come in and talk to the higher ups. Scheduled it for 4 pm Tuesday. I thought I should just go ahead and tell Vickie. Kathy says no. Instead, she is going to go to the mall and call me at 3 pm to come get her because her car is dead.

I just happen to have jumper cables in my trunk from having a dead car because I left my lights on after driving out of the dark, sub-terranian parking deck at Lenox where I had my first interview with Sales Technologies. So I guess it is a fitting ruse.

Nicole suggested that I tell Vickie that I had a sick stomache.

“That would be lying,” I quickly pointed out, thinking Kathy’s plan is probably worse.

Nicole thought about it then shared her solution, hoping it would help. “You could eat some almonds and then you really would have a sick stomache.”

There are tricky women in my house.