Vitamins. I try to take a multivitamin, but more often than not, I don’t. The way I had been feeling the past few days made me rethink that, and today I took a multivitamin and it really made a difference. I am not sure if it was mind over matter but I am not dragging my ass around, not filled with despair. So I will credit the multivitamin and will continue to take them each day, since the alternative is nothing but feeling lousy all day.

At work, I rallied, but out of work, my spirits crashed hard. And though Bill bolstered my spirits, it would not be fair to rely on him to do such a thing constantly. It finally feels like spring. I’ve been having lunch, a sandwich from home since no money is coming in yet, and where I work, cheap eats aren’t readily available.

It takes about 10 minutes to eat, and then I wander around and look at people. I pass a cigar shop where they roll their own, but I do not partake. I do not want to get back to the office smelling like a cigar. That may have been an issue with the convicts at Bratty McGrotty but they would not say anything.

Lyor Leigh smoked cigarettes but no one would say anything to that pathological partner in the flaccid firm. A bovine co-worker did complain about the cigar smell but they did not say anything to me, but rather filed a complaint.

Keep in mind that when I started working, I had to adapt to the work environment, but these days, the environment adapts to these millennials and the drips down their father’s leg. I guess I am over feeling bad about Bratty McGrotty, and I did think about sending a message to Rafe Dais, but I didn’t, and Bill had some input about not doing that. Let the past stay in the past.

Will I ever hear from Daisy again? I have doubts. She’s been more than likely fully assimilated into the Bratty McGrotty Nick Borg system. I rescued her from working the fast food beat in Hoboken and got her a job that paid several thousand dollars more than pushing burgers and fries. If she’s grateful, she never told me, and I suppose that’s OK too. Once more, leave the past in the past.

Today at work was a good day, perhaps thanks to the multivitamin. In the afternoon, a visiting artist came in and regaled a few of us with a few songs. Nashville-type songs on acoustic guitars. Not my usual type of music, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. It was a good way to break up the afternoon.

The morning was hectic and I handled it well, that is what my co-workers have told me. Yance, Kimberly and Anise have been reassuring me on this. Next week I wil be at a new location. Still intouch with the three of them but I will be flying solo. And it promises to be a quieter, less hectic spot and I guess, I will find out next week. Today was Wednesday.

Are things getting better for me? It’s hard to tell. Lately, I’ve been waking up filled with despair and depression. I did not feel this way before but lately it’s crippling. Bill stands by my side as he sees me in this state. Each step I take to the Path train feels like my feet are made of lead.

Then I get to the office, and soon enough, I start to improve. I shadow the coworkers who are training me, and they tell me I am doing well. The thing is, I am working at this really good company, but working for a staffing company with my counselor in Seattle, WA.

In the NYC office, I focus on what is going on in front of me and around me. This might get the ire of the staffing agency, but so far, I do not know. I am currently working in Midtown by Herald Square, but next week I will be working downtown by Union Square.

Last night I went to bed around 10:30. The night before, I was in bed after 11:00 PM. Tonight it may be closer to 10:00 PM. As I was trying to sleep last night, my phone rang. It riled me somewhat, and I checked the number, which I did not recognize. I roused myself to turn on my ‘Bedtime Settings’ and drifted off to sleep again.

When I got to the office today, I had some time and dialed the number that called me last night. As I had the landline phone to my ear. Seeing the screen on the phone, I noticed the number that called me was the office phone. It was one of those ‘The calls are coming from inside the house’ moments, like in a horror movie.

I mentioned it to my coworkers, who were surprised and told me that no one would be in the office at that time of night except for the cleaners. No one would have known who would have had my phone number since I didn’t tell anyone. I made a joke about writing the phone number on the bathroom wall. Nonetheless, it was odd and made for a nice anecdote.

Presently, I am exhausted. I do not think it will be a problem, but having written that, I might have jinxed it. Bill is off to pick up the laundry. The bedsheets and whatnot. Though we have a washer, we do not have a dryer or a clothesline, so we would have nowhere for the sheets to dry; therefore, a trip to the laundromat.

Bill doesn’t like the stiffness of air-dried clothes, so he drops off his laundry to be cleaned. He is headed out the door to pick up the laundry before they close. I sit in front of the computer, struggling to keep my eyes open. Bill is just so great, fantastic, and supportive. I plan to stay awake long enough for Bill to come home and make the bed.

It’s quite a low bar I have set.