Thursday in Hoboken. Bill is on the road, actually on the Great White Way. Mike is in his Chilltown crib. So the vitamins seemed to have helped, and I have resolved to take them daily. Maybe even on the weekend, too. But more for the work week.

Today was an OK day. Bill was gone hours before I roused myself from sleep. I sent a good morning text to Mike, which prompted him to call, which was unnerving since I had not had enough coffee for a proper conversation.

Mike doesn’t realize this and proceeded to talk. It wasn’t a bad thing that he called, but I could not deal with it. I was soon off the phone. Mike loves to talk on the phone, and he does not drink coffee. How did I find myself surrounded by people who do not drink coffee? I’ve been sleeping well thanks to an edible I take before going to bed. It does the job, and a deep slumber is usually within my grasp.

I had to visit the local dispensary to get some more gummies. There are 3 dispensaries in Hoboken these days, each of them good places with their own qualities. I try to support them when I can and was happy to do so again.

I wish Bill were around, he is such a good man. He is the Dwayne Johnson that I cling to. Now that I have started a new job, and I don’t have any time off after 5 months of having time off, we won’t be going to Ocean Grove this summer. There is a plan to rent a Zipcar and travel to Sandy Hook for a day. That might require a day to play hooky from work, but remains to be seen.

Work today was interesting. It was busy, and Yance, Kimberly & Anise were in a meeting, leaving me to man the bridge. And as luck would have it, things had gotten busy. Apps that I use were not working, leaving me to think that I had done something wrong. I managed to work it out, albeit not using the preferred methods.

When Yance, Kimberly, and Anise returned, they reassured me that it was nothing that I did; other people did not do what they were supposed to do. I was told once again that I did very good with the task at hand.

I was chuffed and was soon on my lunch break and talking to Bill on the phone, who suggested that the whole experience I had gone through might have been a test. That would be something. Next week I will be at a different office, smaller, and not as frantic. I look forward to it, with a modicum of apprehension.

There is always some apprehension, generally. Where would I be without it? Confident? Self-Assured? Who knows? Perhaps some day, but not today. And I am fine with it. I am home, relaxed, missing Bill. He said he’ll be home later, when I am asleep. And only then, when he is in bed close to me, will I be able to sleep restfully.

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.