September 3 2001 I am so angry! My boss is giving me hell at work. All day he’s oogling me as I walk to the photocopier to do the copying he’s ask me to colate. Of course the machine has to be in his office. I made sure I dressed in my dowdiest clothes but I am still feeling his eyes on me. I think I am going to have to resign but I really need this job. My kids need to eat. Maybe it will just go away if I ignore him. September 5 2001 Damn! He’s getting closer. I was in the lift with him today and he took advantage of the crowd and pushed right up against me. He was eating garlic and he stinks! I shudder everytime he is in the same room. I need to do something quickly. I just don’t know what. Maybe I’ll try talking to him and asking him to stop. I am feeling really grotty today as the skirt I am wearing is really long too big for me. My shirt is buttoned up to my neck and I feel like a sack. Oh well. I suppose I should be flattered. September 7 2001 Friday! I am so happy to be away from the troglodyte for two days. That is his nickname, the pathetic cave dwelling creature that he is. I am so unhappy and I took it out on my kids last night. I cried myself to sleep. I think on Monday I will hand my CV to another recruiting agent. I must get it typed up today. Tracey couldn’t understand what I was saying. She says that Mr Brown is the sweetest man she knows. She actually got upset with me when I asked her advice on what to do. I think she has a crush on him. 5.30pm I am free! For two whole days! The Trog pinched my bum today. I asked if we could talk and he just laughed and said I had to book an appointment and that he may be able to fit me in next week Thusday or so. I asked him then and there to stop harrassing me. He said I can always quit if I don’t like it. He squashed me in the corner of the lift again and acutally rubbed himself against me. I told him I would scream and he just smirked at me and told me go ahead. He knows I don’t like to make a scene. I got my CV sent out today. I need to pack to go to mom’s for the weekend. September 10 2001 I’ve had it. I cannot take any more. I’ve typed out my letter of resignation and have put it on his desk. He came behind my chair today and leaned over to look down my top. I am so happy I had it buttoned to the top again. He wasn’t happy I could see that. So he put the letter I had to type in front of me and pressed his arm against my breasts. I jabbed my elbow into his stomach and he’s told me I lost my bonus for the month. Damn bastard! This is offically my last working day for the Trog. 5.30pm I am free! But I am so worried. I only have a little savings and the rent is so high here in the city. Maybe I should move to live with mom again. But she doesn’t like the way I raise my kids. Although she is always too happy to have them visit, so I guess my methods must be ok. I’ll wait for a week to see if my CV is acceptable any where. September 11 2001, 7:49pm Oh No! I cannot believe it! My friends, Tracey, the Trog! All gone! I didn’t mean to pray that I hope he gets what he deserves. Those poor people. I should have been there today. I would have been above where the plane hit. How can anyone do that? All those lives lost. I must phone Tracey’s parents and see if I can help. Thank you Lord for sparing my life. Thank you Lord for sending Trog to harrass me.