I am buried under paperwork. I am not allowed to set it on fire. Life is cruel. Current Mood: pissed off
My counselor has suggested that I get in contact with the former pilots. To get re-acquainted. She seems to think that I am anti-social and in need of other people in my life.
I would ignore her, except Une is backing the recommendation. My job will be forfeit if I do not comply, therefore I shall be looking for any information regarding my compatriots. Current Mood: frustrated
Once again I'm settling into a new office at Preventers. Another windowless cell. New co-workers to avoid until they can come to terms that a teenager is among their ranks. A dreary and empty apartment to return to after a long day of paperwork.
I don't know whether to thank Une, or send a rocket through her office for keeping me bouncing from one location to another.
On one hand, the constant upheaval is helping ease my restlessness. On the other, it is trying my sanity to adjust to new hostile environments.
I have an appointment at 15:00 with the company "counselor" for an evaluation. Current Mood: apathetic