March 3rd

I have purchased a pet. It is a gold colored goldfish and I have named it Kenneth. I bought a round bowl and some small stones. He seems to like it there. I might consider investing in a small domicile for him. Perhaps a castle, or a bungalow.

I have placed him on my table. I watched him for three hours, and he seems quite happy. To be honest, I’m not sure what makes him happy, but if swimming does, then he is indeed happy, as he does that a lot.

Dorothy hasn’t been in work for a couple of days. She came in today however and looked really upset. I saw her in the coffee preparation area and she was sniffling and rubbing her eyes with a paper-towel.

I thought about what to say for a long time. I finished stirring my coffee after eight minutes or so and then looked at her. She was staring at my coffee cup.

I said:

“Always look on the bright side of things.” (I don’t know why I said that.)

“What?” she replied.

“Well it’s not all that bad. I saw you crying and you know, it’s not all that bad.” I tried to smile. My face felt strange.

I advised her that the paper-towel might chafe her face and make it itchy and that I thought I’d seen a rash developing earlier on her cheek, but I might have been mistaken. She stared at me again with an expression I couldn’t place. I think I was helping.

“And I’ve heard that if you look on the sunny side, things will be okay. It was in an article.”

She looked at me again for a while before replying.

“Er, my father died. So no. Things won’t be okay.”

She began to cry again and walked away. I think I might have helped by suggesting she not use paper-towels to wipe her eyes. I know at times like this, it’s the little things that help the most.

I stirred more powdered creamer into my mug and watched it dissolve.

I need to purchase paper-towels.

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