The first week of work went well as I settled in to a new environment with new people. I tried not to swear too much and I hoped people couldn’t hear me swearing at the door when I’m trying to unlock it with a hot chocolate in my hand and a wind blowing it open while I try to close it.
I met the team and mostly things seem ok. The funds department is away from everyone at the moment, and I appreciated it as it gives me time to connect with people on a more personal level before we move across to the rest of the company. The department is away from everyone, which I quite like.
This week was another first for me, as I reintroduced language learning on my lunch break because I can’t go swimming at the moment. Most of my days at work we’re learning the computer systems and getting introduced to Payment systems.
I was starting to get bored by the end of the week though, there’s only so much learning you can do in a day, and most of the work available was beyond my current level. I accepted it as it is.
The office has alcohol on a Friday sometimes. I was really pleased to see this again in a workplace, as a former Alcoholic that drank every day. That brightened Friday up.
When I got home the new guy was hanging around in the kitchen. I don’t know what he does all day, but he has Aspergers so he’s a bit awkward.
On Tuesday a friend moved in on the floor above so we had some food and drank a bottle of wine. We love the Italians, and I particularly love having female friends that I don’t want to fuck. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend I don’t want to root, and it makes life so much better. We had a super chat about life, religion, politics, narcissistic relationships and her work in Autistic care which is surprisingly interesting. I realised this is the kind of direction I want my life to be going in.
Good food, with good friends, earning good money drinking good wine. And no bullshit anymore, just positive vibes.
The only downside to the wine and half bottle of Disararonno last night ismy bodily response to it today.
The depressant on my nervous system still feels in place. I slept from 3 till I woke up at half 9. I helped Dad take loads of furniture to the auction house. I felt upbeat, but when I’m tired like that, the positive and happy construct I’ve built for myself starts to crack, and the mind begins to race on negative thoughts and recent emotional turmoil.
I made it through the morning, met up with a friend for a walk on the beach and came home after, completing Mass effect finally. Then I started chaining Netflix episodes till it’s about to be 11pm suddenly and I’m feeling pretty wiped out.
So I’m going to sleep. Aiming for a more positive start to the week, while I get back on my focus. I miss going to the gym, and I can’t wait for payday
The Journey 