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.]
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