If only I were human

I came in late for my internship today but also left late about the same number of minutes.
As I walked in from the Pep Boy’s pkg lot, (a first for me since I am normally either early or biking) I saw Sara walking in from across the street. She came with buckets of food, literally the kind you might expect to see holding paint or concrete. She explained that she was late because she had to pick up this food from theVenice Buddhist Temple Hare Krishna Govinda’s buffet. It was a very good lunch, and Sara remarked also that the cook there at the Wellness Center added broccoli.

The first person I helped gain a first email acct was named Sophia K and she may meet me again tomorrow for class. She made me about half an hour late for the mindful reading class, so I missed the first part of chapter 7. When I came in Elisabeth was reading, and then Rahim read the next bit. I read the very last three pages of this chapter. It was an exciting part, for me- the author wrote about a teenaged boy who came out of the closet for the first time. She didn’t seem to believe him, but encouraged him to tell his parents about it, especially that he was celibate.

At lunch I found out from Troy that there’s a comicbook fan’s award ceremony (Scream Awards) that took place on Saturday night for the 24 hour comic day that may be aired on cable tonight. Also I met an older gentleman named Jon who was also from NJ like Hoboken and spoke fondly of Frank Sinatra. And I made arrangements with Bob to possibly do the core gifts documentation with him tomorrow. I am not sure it would be possible at all because I feel a bit overwhelmed on Wednesdays, but maybe…

At one o’clock I met with Marilyn who had made an appt with me for her employment requirements of the week. And next week she’ll meet again on Wednesday at 1pm. I really hope she gets a good job. She’s been trying very hard.

Also met Rod, who wanted computer help probably sometime tomorrow. And George, who is one of the older asian guys there who seemed interested in finding a date. Elisabeth, I met with for a WRAP documentation, but realized it might have been better facilitated as a group like Herman suggested from the format of the questions. I started to feel uncomfortable talking about pot as a possible trigger. I think I still have some issues to work out myself and worry that it might interfere with other things.

Finally at the end of the day, after finding out I would not fit on the ride to the mask workshop, I worked on the First Wellness Center newsletter. Later I emailed Herman a first draft, and he seemed pleased. The reason I ended up working late was that I wanted to add the routine schedule into the newsletter to make more filler for the thing’s innards. The news was about one article shy of being complete, and that seemed to fit the bill.

What else, oh, Dragon asked me to buy him some food, and I reluctantly said I was busy, but maybe later. I am not sure I should be in the habit of buying members food anyway, with the assumption that they might see me as someone to be asking that of more than once. I do feel obligated to buying Fred and Julie something back, however because they did offer & buy me food before. Was it Julie? Darn. I forgot again. In any case, maybe one day I should bring something like cookies or brownies and share.