Dear Diary,
After last week's nightmare, I have made up my mind. This cannot go on any longer. No job is worth exposing my son to those people. It was inexcusably selfish of me to think otherwise.
Since Michael came home, we've spent as little time as possible at the penthouse. I don't think Mr. and Mrs. Corinthos have even noticed our absence; after the crisis ended they forgot all about us as usual.
I've been looking for another job while Michael is at school. Today I had an interview in West Port Charles, with a Mrs. Collins who was looking for a nanny. Nice woman, but she dresses a bit strangely. This morning she was wearing a halter top with foot-long beaded fringe, and dangley feathered earrings. I thought at first she was in costume -- maybe her children's school play? -- but no, I think that was just her outfit.
It seems like a nice family life, although I was a little uncomfortable when she tried to do a Tarot reading on my aura. I don't judge other people's spiritual practices but I don't proselytize either, and I expect the same courtesy from others. Not that I would complain about an employer whose worst flaw was a bit of New Age silliness.
She said she had some other interviews to do before making a decision. I don't expect any kind of reference from the Corinthos, so finding another position may take some time. Reginald says that one of the Q's is starting a family. If I haven't found anything by then, maybe he'll put in a good word for me there.