MY DAY OF DALI-ING

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I’m sitting in my office at Fuller & Smith & Ross on the 36th floor of a forty story Fifth Avenue Manhattan skyscraper known as the Top of the Sixes. It’s the summer of 1967, shortly before our advertising agency’s media acumen is chosen to put Richard Nixon in the White House. I’ve been working here since 1965 when I was hired as a lowly media clerk for several months before skyrocketing up the ladder to become the Manager of Purchasing, Interiors,  & In-House Printing.

I’m listed as a corporate executive because this is FSR’s corporate headquarters, with branch offices in Cleveland, Chicago, San Francisco and Los Angeles. That sounds like I should be sophisticated, but I’m not, not by any stretch of my imagination no matter how well I dress. Instead, I am 21 going on 33 professionally, but privately naive.

I’ve met every person on the two floors occupied by FSR because they’ve all been in need of office necessities in the course of doing their jobs and I’ve made a protocol of personal delivery. That is, except for Mr. Mahoney, the Senior Vice-President Creative Director whom I’ve only seen in passing (once) as he exited an elevator, leaving a waft of Christian Dior’s Eau Sauvage in his wake. We’ve not yet met because he’s never requested anything.

Until  this morning. He has summoned me to bring him a Dixon Ticonderoga #2 pencil.

I suspect it’s a ploy to get me behind closed doors.

My wonder is, why?

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Seriously, Mom, you didn’t Know?
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6 thoughts on “MY DAY OF DALI-ING

  1. Eugenia Woodard

    You never fail to pull me into your stories. Maybe it helps because I have such a vivid imagination. Whatever the reason may be, I Iove reading your words as they dance into imagination crevices in my mind to unlock the quiet images and knit them together until the story explodes images like watching a movie. Thank you!

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    1. margueritequantaine

      You just lit up my heart, Eugenia. You’re every writer’s dream.

      I am concerned several younger readers have messaged me asking who the man is. It makes me wonder if they’d have the same reaction to Tomato Soup screenprints and Warhol. Feeling fortunate to be old(er).

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  2. margueritequantaine

    No,Mercedes, I don’t, but I imagine it’s in some private collection that won’t be revealed until after the last surviving family member decides to sell it at auction for an ungodly amount.

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