A warning. I have nothing to do with the font size or spacing of the paragraphs in the blog, and I don’t know what’s going on or how to change it. Perhaps I will pick Juan’s brain about it this weekend, provided I can get through his most excellent hair. It’s black now I heard.

So it’s been almost a week where I’ve been taking my vitamins everyday, including over the weekend and my spirits are good. This morning they were at least. I got out of bed at 6:30 after hitting the snooze button three times, it was still dark out and Bill was getting himself ready for work. I staggered around the apartment, and got into the shower after kissing Bill good bye and wishing him a good day. I dried off after the shower, had cereal, a cup of coffee with my vitamins and checked my email before heading off to the Path train.

It was a bit nippy this morning walking down the street through Church Square Park. Some drizzle from the night before falling off the leaves on the trees and onto me as I walked underneath. The Path was not as crowded as it usually is since I was a bit earlier than I usually am. I needed to go pick up some boxes of coffee from Dunkin Donuts, around the corner from the office. I stood there waiting for the counter girl to fill up two boxes o’Joe. When she was done she put them on top of the coffee makers. I asked her for a bag so I could carry them and she said, ‘I’m not putting those in the bag for you’. I said that I would do it, that I wouldn’t want to see her get in trouble with her union. She didn’t quite hear what I said and asked me to repeat it, but I just stared and smiled.

Apparently there is a problem with putting boxes of coffee in large shipping bags. I shouldn’t be surprised since most of the employees at this Dunkin Donuts are generally studying for the GED’s for the third and fourth times. I walked to the office, not really having much of a care in the world. I figured that Felicia wouldn’t be in and I was right. She had arranged for furniture to be delivered to the apartment she was at yesterday waiting for the electricity and gas to be turned on. It was a busy day, but not to busy. I was entertained at least, and entertaining.

I found out that a coworker Nick, who started a few weeks before I did was leaving McMann and Tate today. He just broke up with his boyfriend after two and a half years because the boyfriend was tired of listening to his problems at work. Specifically the problems Nick was having with his boss, Ray Winstone-Lookalike. He liked his boss, but didn’t like working for him. So Nick is giving up and moving back to Nebraska to suss things out. Too bad, he was a nice guy, but his heart was broken and he was disillusioned with work and being in his twenties, he could start all over again, somewhere else. I bet he moves to California.

No Padron after work, just a quick walk to the Path train at Ninth Street as it was pissing out.