Time

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Time has just evaporated since I got home, and especially since I started to work. I've only been to work one day, and already my spirits are drooping. I see my life slipping away as I hang out doing piddly work for someone else eight hours a day. I'm exhausted, and there's no time to pursue my own fledgling online business. The car I was expecting has not yet manifested, so I will be spending another couple of hours each day commuting by bicycle. And today I have 50-degree rain to ride in.

I always enjoyed working at the print shop, but it's not the fun and happy place it used to be. It's depressing. As soon as employees walk in the door, we see a hodge-podge of unorganized miscellany. Nothing resembles the shop as it was when it was functioning well. There is just a skeleton of useful machines and supplies; the rest is junk. It looks as if they've just moved in and haven't gotten things put away yet, although they have been there for years and I remember how it used to be. Just being around the flotsam and jetsam is very unsettling to my psyche.