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My therapist session went pretty well, though there’s really nothing
interesting for me to tell you about. I told her that I was from another
universe, but we didn’t get into it yet. We didn’t even get into my arrest.
We basically pretended like I was a perfectly normal thirtysomething man who
had a relatable childhood, and was starting a new job. We discussed my
upbringing, my educational background, and my past work experience. She just
wanted to get to know me before trying to give me any advice, or help me
through my issues. We obviously didn’t have time to go over my entire life
story, especially not since I first had to spend some time filling out
paperwork, and setting up a payment arrangement, so I’m sure the next
session will basically be the same thing. So nothing juicy to report yet,
you’ll just have to wait. In the meantime, let me tell you about my new
apartment, which I finalized today. It’s on the edge of the city, on the
Kansas side, which makes it fairly close to the intermittent jail facility,
as well as the parole offices. Sometimes Leonard will be visiting me at
home, sometimes I’ll have to go to his office, and sometimes we’ll meet
somewhere in the middle. This is a really great location, and I’m satisfied
with my choice. The building has a ton of amenities, which I never used
before, but which I’m sure I’ll start now. There’s a gym, and now that I’m
no longer immortal, I’ll probably have to start worrying about my health a
little more. It includes a lap pool, and that’s all it’s for. While it’s
okay for children to live here, this place advertises mostly to busy working
adults; single people, and childless couples. There’s a playroom that can
cater to various ages, though there’s no dedicated supervisor on site, so
parents can’t just drop off their young ones, and go out. The complex also
has a communal area for eating, which is connected to a few popular
restaurants, though these restaurants are not technically part of the
complex; they just built them within its walls. They’re open to the public.
My company doesn’t foresee me needing to meet clients in person, and even if
I do, I’ll probably have to go to them, but if one of them happens to be in
the area, the second floor also has offices that can be rented by the hour,
so that’s pretty handy.
I pretty much had to get this process fast-tracked, because I needed to move
in today. I’m spending all day tomorrow going through some pre-onboarding
procedures for my new job, including a formal background check, even though
I don’t have much of a verifiable background. I really wanted to finish this
all up by the end of the week, so I can let the FBI off the hook for my
expenses. I also didn’t want to schedule anything for Friday. That’s the day
that I go back into jail, and even though I don’t report until the evening,
I really don’t want to start making any commitments that could potentially
turn into conflicts. I may feel more comfortable in the future, or I may
just always leave that day available for safety. The beauty of my new job is
that I can set my own hours, which means Mondays could be their own buffer
too, if need be. Fortunately, in terms of the apartment, I don’t have any
belongings, so once they handed me the key, I just walked right in. The FBI
is continuing to let me use their laptop for now, but depending on how long
the pre-onboarding takes tomorrow, I may go shopping at some point. If I
have to do that on Friday instead, that will probably be okay, because I
could always leave the store early if I lose track of time. It probably
won’t be until Tuesday until I can carve out some real time to go shopping,
for lamps, and groceries, and whatnot. I spent my whole life waiting for the
weekend to do extra things like all this. It’s going to take some time
before I’m used to reversing that, and not forgetting absent-mindedly that
my weekends are no longer free, and won’t be for several months.
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