Medicated depression, day #159
I went down to the office today, to meet with manager and colleagues. Manager called yesterday to check on me, how everything are and how feel, we agreed to meet up for lunch today.
I brought son along as he also wanted to go to our regular place, asian-fusion restaurant, colleagues agreed and we went there, son attempted to beat his old record of 24 sushi pieces, he did, 25 pieces. We talked and had a nice lunch.
Went back to the office and we had a talk, the manager and me, about my situation, what I feel and also about my little raise, all €45.
Son and I went grocery shopping after that, some simple everyday items, bread, butter, some meat and dairy, over €55. We will make the weekend at least.
I had filled in the manager in the details about my sick leave as he had been busy and hadn't followed the conversations between me and the KC, told him that my sick leave stretched up until end of July, to which he responded "well, I don't want you back here until YOU feel that you work and that your thinker works properly..", so it might be longer than July then, I felt some itch to bite into some problems when I talked to one of the other colleagues as they described some problems and solutions. But quickly noted that my train of thought derailed spectacularly seconds later. bluh.
Mushy brain. Thank you very much. Not.