eve white, eve black - siouxsie and the banshees.

i was called into my supervisor's office first thing this morning. obviously he's in over his head, but he is trying. one short-term solution is for me to be reassigned to the basement for a week or so. i felt - and pointed out - that this was only a temporary solution. that it would only postpone the problem for however long i was away.

"we don't want to lose you," he said. which usually means "i'm shit-scared that your problem might adversely affect my job."

the short and the fat of it was, i agreed to relocate to the basement for one week, starting monday. he agreed that he'd impose "sensitivity training" on a number of the prime movers in the bullying and have it sorted before i came back.

i'm so glad i have the Female Supremacy group to give myself a power-boost before work! this morning, there were no posts i felt i had to supply my tuppenceworth to, so i sketched out my feelings on the first half of "now you are Hers".

i'm just over halfway through and last night, Ms Simone and i discussed some of the issues that're coming up for me. i've offered to keep a diary for Her. She wants to think about it.

obviously, i have this journal and would put this at Her disposal. we were on the phone about two hours and this was a subject that we kept coming back to from different angles, without any resolution or conclusion.

i met elaine for lunch. the sort of place that they fill with steel, glass and concrete in the hopes office drones will have accidents there.

because she works in a school, the elaine that turns up during working hours is like a different person to the one i meet in "real life".

something had to be said. i apologised for hardly speaking to Her during the party. she waved it away just as our meals arrived.

she was, however, eager to know how exactly criminally insadie fitted into mine-and-tam's lives. i gave Her an edited version of the time we met her and tam's brief fling with Her.

i asked Her about the rugger-bugger and it turns out i was right. he wasn't the new dom - just some random geezer who'd ended up at the party and spent the entire night hitting on her!

what is it about bossy nillas? they think if somebody's identifying themselves as submissive, that's their free pass to a shag?

i drifted back to the office and noticed from the corner of an eye that everyone seemed to be gearing up for a night's drinking.

as they faded away after four, i decided to work a bit flexi. i wasn't going to Ms Simone's until tomorrow, so i might as well.

back home, another one of harold's two line e-mauls. how did he ever pull someone like Mistress Rose if this is his idea of electronic conversation?

maybe he's a fantastic cook or something.