October 13th, 1981
My assistant began working today. His name is Allan— and he’s just moved to New York from D.C. He’s originally from St. Louis. I like him— and he will make life a lot easier for me. Work begins to wind down. I am amazed, angry, and curiously humiliated at having been through such a horrendous period with work. It’s made me feel abused, and incompetent— unable to manage. I have learned from this— I must perceive myself as a manager more— and a worker less. I must find and develop a group of freelancers at my disposal.
And now what I really have to do is rest— and put distance between myself and this period.