I’ve got to learn how to use my break time better.
Not using it well, but now I am using it… when I have around fourteen minutes left. At least I am now, or something.

But anyway, there isn’t time for that. There isn’t time for wondering as to why my previous job decided to send a rather poorly-written dismissal of my complaints. Anyway, I know the reasons, or at least I presume to know the reasons.

Tomorrow is the weekend. Now is now. Today is today. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Today is a weekday. It all swirls and twirls and becomes itself as it transforms into something else.

Alright, now that the profound silliness is out of the way, I’ll begin.

So I’m sitting here and the new job has been great and it still is great. I do need to do more work, but I’m getting through it and they like me here and I seem to be doing okay, but I need to make sure that I’m doing okay. I need to keep on going and I need to keep on churning through everything, but I like it and I like being in a healthier environment.

I am still physically tired by the end of the day, but I feel alright. I feel functional, and that’s something that’s difficult to put a price on, if I am to be honest. So much time was lost when working the previous job. So much of my days off was spent being too mentally fried to do much of anything, and it took a lot of work to keep on pushing through.

It’s not strange, I think, that things are better. I didn’t have any delusions about working environments outside of where I was, but it does feel odd to be in a place where I’m valued, or at least I feel valued. It shouldn’t, but it does.

So I’m happier and I’m healthier, and that’s all good. What does make me sad, however, is that a bunch of people whom I talked to and got along with in the previous job have just stopped talking to me. In a way I get it, and I never felt like I fit in at the previous place, but it’s a bit upsetting. They don’t owe me anything and I don’t to them, and right now I am fighting for them (this is a long story I can’t get into at the moment, but it involves legal stuff) and it would be nice that, if they were so willing to talk to me whilst I was there, they’d still be now that I’m here.

People come and go through life and that’s life. You just keep on going, and you hope the best for them and wish them well, and I guess you move on, but sadness and missing people shouldn’t be ignored. It’s a part of it, and you keep going, and sometimes you reflect as you move into a better position.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:28:33

Decent pace. I think this probably didn’t need to be a challenge. I dragged things out  as I struggled for the next part, and I think it shows.

Written at work.