Thursday, July 11, 2013

On this day in 1996 - 10 July

Yes, I am going forward in time a bit! It was my last few weeks of my first stint (there would be two more, the final one lasting three years) of working for the man, Mr B. I'm not sure I want to put his surname in here as this blog might pop up in search engines. Those who know me know who I'm talking about and those who know me well know that my somewhat neurotic former boss was and is convinced that I have written a book about him! I have not, and in fact many of the journals I kept during the years I worked for him were lost. But earlier tonight in writing class I wrote a short piece similar in tone and content to this entry. Wow, was that really 17 years ago?!

At this time I only worked for him on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, but often he would want me to come in on my days off. (My hours were meant to be 10 till 3 as well, but I never ever left at 3 and rarely got out of there before 8 or 9, and he paid by the day!)

10 July 1996

Well, this morning B started off in a good mood. Then his interview got moved so I didn't see him in the am... Told him I was going to Tesco; he came over while I was gone and went mad cause apparently I hadn't given him his phone messages! There was only one that was really for him. Suddenly he got all paranoid.

I also was worried cause he had moved my Filofax and there was part of my letter to Dan [Janisch] in it that mentioned me wanting to KILL him! How careless of me ...

Anyway, he said he had some more letters but I could do them tomorrow. I reminded him I'd only be in for an hour in the morning - he said that was OK - but later when I told him the hour was between 9:00 and 10:00 he threw a mini-strop! So I, full of guilt, decided to either miss the Oscar Wilde lecture at City Lit, or come back in the PM. I stayed till 9:00.

[The next day B kept me waiting for those letters, finally deciding they could wait another day and declared that we needed to go on a bagel run to Brick Lane. Of course I missed the OW lecture.]

One of these was my office.


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