Thursday
September 11, 1997
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It's been such a mixture of things this week. Part week 1, part week 3, and a bit of a down on the health front.

My friend is still in the psychiatric facility. Her situation has escalated from her simply being a voluntary, short term patient; to her becoming an involuntary, long term patient with a view to being moved (very soon) to a locked ward. I'm not overly impressed with the way things are moving along. But I'm hanging in there.

Carole is back in the office. Prattling on about Di's funeral, her trip to New Zealand, and anything else that takes her fancy. She has long dreamy lunches, holds meetings incessantly, and is driving me up the wall. Since she's been back in the office, my motivation to get into the office at 7am, and leave at 3pm has returned. God two and a half hours less in the day where she's somewhere else - are worth rising that early for.

I'm still feeling mentally strong and tall and all powerful. My body is betraying me, and I feel a little drained and weakened. I have been hesitating about visiting a doctor, but I have made an appointment, and I suppose I can bite the bullet and go.

I wrote some time ago about a girl who works with us, the one who visits the bathroom after lunch, and is precariously slim. I grow increasingly worried for her each day. She is literally fading away before our eyes. She is personal assistant to the private secretary of our CEO (I know it's strange, but it's just a C*Cism), and the person who she works for spends her day making (We'll call her) Vanessa's life hell. Picking on her, publically humiliating her, and constantly finding fault. Cursed with a fair amount of inherent insecurity about herself, her looks and her intelligence, the constant barrage of negativity is taking a toll. I hope she can find the means to either leave, or find herself another position.

I think I'm going to cut my hair. It's almost waist length now, and so desperately heavy and hard to look after. At the moment I use it to hide behind and to cloak me, but I'm feeling ready for a change. Colouring it did little to stem my desire to radically change it. I have an appointment next week.