Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes. Keep it as written, don't change a single word, but improve grammar where necessary.

7:14am. The minutes are the hour multiplied by two. The sun is out, and from what I can discern there is not a single cloud in the sky, at least not from my vantage point. The blinds are partially closed and just a moment ago, a bird was chirping. It stops for a moment before continuing its song. Hearing more noises two rooms down, I can only imagine what sort of mentally stimulating content is currently being enjoyed by the 'cool shirt master' who has also become a master of primal grunts and screaming. It was quite interesting to be asked, along with two other house-mates, to see the house manager in her office yesterday morning; apparently, I know the password that gives he of the legendary shirts access to his computer. I am not sure if that password is the same one that also gives us access to the WiFi here at the Joshua House, because not only have I never once laid a finger on his computer, I have not so much as taken one step into his room. It is either a presumption on the manager's part or a communication error that resulted in this erroneous attribution of knowledge. Initially, after giving it some thought--because it is somewhat distressing to hear from the bathroom that I have been summoned into the front office, and it threw off my 'morning mojo' somewhat--I considered the totally feasible possibility that this house-mate who had become loud, disruptive, and uncooperative when he is asked to get off the computer to head out on the van, or head to the dinner table, or himself head into the office may have been watching others turn on his computer for him. It's not out of the realm of possibility that if he has observed the process of his screen lighting up, and the sound becoming audible, on enough occasions that something would click in his brain, that he would start to think to himself "if I press this button, I will be able to get on and watch videos, and laugh like a hyena to my heart's content." I suggested that the machine should be kept on 'time release', stored in a place known only to the staff, given to and taken away from this house-mate at designated times. Turns out he actually memorized the password, so steps will need to be taken to change it, ensuring that staff (and designated house-mates) are the only ones who can enter it and grant him access. If he is kept unaware of the altered password, there is no chance for him to get on and start being a disruptor of his own volition, and combined with regulated distribution of his computer time, it should be a vital step towards keeping the peace in this house. Tomorrow, there will be a JARC event known as "Client Appreciation Day." The irony is that it is only scheduled from 9:00am to 1:00pm, which is shorter than a shift in the kitchen on any given weekday. We will be given shirts to wear, and from what I understand it is mandatory that they be worn. While it is nice to have a day that is supposedly in celebration of those who use the services here at JARC, there are a few things I want to say about this. For one thing, if they want to show us their appreciation, it would be nice of certain people to show a little more respect. More often than not, I see myself and those around me not receiving enough positive reinforcement. Phrases such as "I love you," "You are appreciated," "Thank you for doing what you do," "I believe in you," etc. are not nearly as common as they should be, and when they are heard, it can be difficult to be discern whether they are coming from a place of sincerity or being uttered half-heartedly. On Tuesday morning, shortly after my brush with the rude janitorial supervisor who had the nerve to presume to tell me what I 'need' to do--if I'm not working for you (and thank God I'm not; if a job in 'Environmental' were the only one available, I would rather hang out with the rest of my house-mates in the day program, even if I weren't making any money doing so), I am not obligated to do anything for you as it pertains to your ability to perform your job; if the cleanliness of the floors is more important to you than my well-being or happiness, it says a hell of a lot about the content of your character as a human being--I spoke to a young man working under that same supervisor, and thanked him for cleaning. I told him I appreciate him. He looked at me for a moment, and smiling ear to ear, he reached out for a shake. "Thank you," he said. I shook his hand, and in that moment felt a great sense of happiness in my heart. It means a lot if I was able to make his day with a simple gesture of gratitude, but the unfortunate thing is that not enough individuals are putting this into practice and making it a habit. I have spent enough time in the day program to observe how this supervisor interacts with his charges. Not once in more than two months have I heard him give any sort of positive reinforcement to any of the people who clean for him. It gives me even more gratitude to be in the kitchen; yesterday, I received some very thoughtful words of appreciation from a female supervisor who asked if I could help put some wrapped/sealed meals away in the freezer. It is too cold for her; having developed a decent tolerance, I told her it would be no trouble and I got it done to the best of my ability. I already know before I first stepped into this new lifestyle that not everyone would be equally gracious, to me or to others. And of course, there's no reason to believe that things will not change. Folks come and go, attitudes come and go, and events can and do take place that culminate in hearts being healed. But in my opinion, having gotten to know more than a few amazing people here at JARC, every day should be a 'client appreciation day.' It is not enough to preserve one day on the calendar for it. We should be putting it into practice on a regular basis. If the people in charge truly appreciate their clients, they should stop expecting that those clients are receiving top-of-the-line care when their caretakers are receiving bottom-of-the-barrel wages for their efforts and the bare minimum amount of training needed to do their jobs. It is a sad reflection of the state of the health care system here in America when I see folks who have boundless potential to succeed at anything they put their mind to, and valuable knowledge in a variety of fields, going through the same controlled routines and getting very limited chances to break out of their shells and truly be themselves. Even the activities feel like a form of control or distraction, a way to entertain the clients so as to ensure they do not go insane from boredom, or are inclined to rebel. If the people in charge truly appreciate their clients, they will have to go back in their lives to when the inclination first came to want to be in their profession, to be in the business of helping others. Some may say they do it out of the goodness of their hearts. Perhaps to an extent it's true. But what matters more: your glory, or ours? Do you believe in me, in the many people who through the unforeseen hand of fate ended up here? Does it matter more what your obituary will say, what will be engraved on your tombstone, or the stories that will be told of us when we are gone? Are we destined to be remembered, or forgotten? When the well runs dry, and we have to say goodbye, how far will you go to remind us we are loved? Were we ever loved? Perhaps we are strangers now. Maybe we always were.