The Return

My first day back at work, was not the best. Re-orientating oneself back in the workplace is hard. Holy crap! I forgot a lot of shit! Simple shit! I have been given a position with no real plan or structure to it. What if I fuck it up?

Anyways, beyond just my whimsical insecurities, someone I was to be partnered with, quit. Yay. So, now it is totally a solo project. I now work downstairs, (Cause of the person quitting, I got their spot. Better than the mailroom, anyway.) I am so far away from all my people. All the accounting people. I feel somewhat isolated. But, my cubical is better. (They must trust me enough to let me be down there.)

Just setting up your desk and getting back into the swing of things is tough. I felt so useless. I know I could've done more. And I missed my son.

Next time I need to stop for lunch. Have a bite to eat. It might raise my spirits up a bit more. Yeah, so might getting over this illness.