Wednesday is hump day. None of Bill playing games on his phone at 5:45AM, no not today. I still didn’t want to get out of bed. I never do. That is the problem with not being a morning person. You can lay and sleep all peaceful but when that peace has been revoked, well there is hell to pay. But there was no hell to pay. I got up, Bill was ambling for the door as I stepped into the shower. A minute or two later Bill was back, frantically looking for his wallet. He has a favorite bus driver and didn’t want to miss her driving maniacally into the city., but he did.

He found his wallet and stormed off. He definitely was not in a good mood. I hate it when he’s like this, but he’s not like this often so it’s easy to deal with when it happens. I dealt with it by staying in the shower until he left. I had my coffee, cereal and remembered to take my vitamins. I’m getting used to the commute, and I’m really digging the bus pass. It’s really the little things, especially when there is a hologram on it, that can make everything run smoothly.

Especially when one doesn’t have to scramble looking for exact change. I don’t recall the commute being so crowded when I was working at Wanker Banker but since back then I had the idea to get on the bus a stop earlier, I can sit comfortably and read the New Yorker. It’s definitely more comfortable than the Path train, especially when guaranteed a seat. I had to pick up flowers for the office so I walked around a bit trying to find the best flowers at a cheap price. That was easy since there’s a florist in the building next door from work.

Things were a bit hairy today in the office though. Last night I stayed a little later than usual to be trained on a new program involving data entry. Not a problem, I had a few files to import into the network. But the phones kept ringing, I had to vet some information about the town that President Naomi lives in, and there were people coming in to be interviewed. It felt like that I was working more than I did at McMann and Tate, but I wasn’t getting dirty or picking up after ingrates.

Then I had to put together a shelving unit for President Naomi. The woman who gave me that task was a Russian woman named Olga. Unfortunately she didn’t know if there was a screwdriver around which was basically the only hardware I needed. Eventually I found one, but I was stressed by the whole thing. Luckily Bill was on the other end of the phone when I went out for a smoke and chilled me out. It’s all part of playing the game. I’m sure once I get settled in I’ll be able to do all this multi-tasking really smoothly but that road isn’t paved yet. Still a bit gravelly.