07 Jan 2008 ›  11:20am

Things seem to have settled down in Claire land. And by that I mean—she’s back to being bitter fulltime, has returned to torturing me with humiliating tasks and is no longer exhibiting the zipp-edy-do-dah body language of a few months ago. Maybe her (never confirmed) affair with Mr. Copeland is no more. Not that I’m the moral arbiter of the universe or anything but I have to say I’m relieved. It was giving me an ulcer I tell you. But I digress.

Reports from Marina confirm that Copeland is putting the dick in dictator. Apparently he is being hideous to his first assistant—who then passes the nastiness on down the line. Marina,
as you may recall, is third assistant. So her life is pretty much hell-in-a-box right now. I think I’ve told you how drop dead gorgeous she is right? Yesterday assistant numero dos sidled up and asked if she’d ever considered smart-lipo. She was all, “I think it’s so cool how you don’t buy into the whole diet and exercise thing, but it might be a good idea to address your little issue for, you know, professional reasons.” Luckily, Marina had a brownie in her desk drawer that she quickly pulled out and shoved (in its entirety) into her mouth, while simultaneously flipping 2nd banana the bird. Awesome rebuttal!

I tell you, I’m really growing to love her.