Format the following passage properly, for storytelling purposes.

Fresh off another day of work, I start today's piece with a much greater feeling of optimism. Though perfectionism has always been in my nature, I've come to accept the fact that I am human, and will always make mistakes. More importantly, I am better able to recognize how each mistake is a brick in the wall of improvement. Little by little, it is my hope that this wall will form the basis of a house of greatness. For me, being great has nothing to do with how much money is in your bank account, or how many businesses you own, or how many connections you have to high society. It has everything to do with being accepted by the people around you. In the short time I have been here at JARC, I have been introduced to quite a few interesting people. Though I've only been working for a few days, I've made some friends and bond with them in different ways. There is a young man who I've already met a couple of times in the leisure center, and spoke to once on the phone. He has asked me to call him at 8:30pm...I just double-checked to make sure I did not misinterpret it as 8:00pm, and sure enough I would have been thirty minutes early had I trusted my instincts. Though in most cases a gut instinct won't steer you wrong, there are times where it is better to be skeptical and double-check. The incorrect is corrected, and correctness clarified, upon further examination. I am also bonding with my coworkers in the kitchen, and one in particular who we seem to have formed a friendship with over our shared interests. He tells me of his likes, including Spider-Man, Batman, Superman, the Power Rangers, Mickey Mouse, etc. and using my trusty Android phone (the aforementioned 2023 Moto 5G Stylus, now sans a stylus which I never actually used for anything), I'm able to load up videos nearly seamlessly on-demand with the YouTube app. Being old enough to remember the days when YouTube was still ad-free, and had yet to be acquired by Google, it is insane to see just how many ads are now getting pushed onto the viewing public. Periodically, I am forced to sit through ads even when a video is less than one minute long, and in some cases the ads are longer than the videos themselves. It makes me even more grateful for the technically defunct Invidio.us, which exists and continues to get updates to this day through third-party mirrors; because the Invidio.us code is all open-source, it is still possible for people just like you and I to maintain that code, and use existing code freely to create brand-new mirrors. Invidio.us is a throwback to the old days, and while it does not resemble the classic YouTube fully in appearance, it recalls the spirit of those old days through its commitment to the principles on which it had been founded, perhaps the most crucial one being a complete lack of advertisements. Before this piece turns into shameless promotion for a YouTube front-end that is already in danger of extinction thanks to Google's corporate overlords cracking down on maintainers and putting up roadblocks to impede the continued survival of the service, we transition to a description of today's events. What would have been a fourth straight shift at the JARC kitchen instead became a surprise (and readily accepted!) invitation to work in the kitchen of a nearby country club. It appears that I passed the 'carrot test' with flying colors, and earned a chance to make more per hour there, but on this particular occasion I substituted for one of the kitchen's absent regulars. To be in a position to do that after less than a full calendar week at my new home has to count for something, as I'm sure they would normally go with their most experienced veterans. I was joined by two of my coworkers in the JARC kitchen, one of whom I've also come to bond with over shared interests. Yesterday, an innocent question ("do you like 'Tweety's High-Flying Adventure'?") was met with a near-encyclopedic recollection of the events of the movie, as he recalled characters and places with astonishing detail. Depending on the day his focus seems to shift to a different topic of interest; today it happened to be "A Bug's Life". Out of nowhere during a lunch break that followed several hours of peeling onions, potatoes, and carrots--a cathartic experience, and relaxing despite the exertion and focus required to achieve the results I ultimately realized--he began to repeat a line from the main villain Hopper, and over the rest of the break and in the van on the way back to JARC he took me on a trip back through time, as I began to recall the events of this movie, which I saw in theaters at the age of six back in 1998. I remembered having had the PS1 game; though I never managed to make it far I was always captivated by the beauty of the graphics and sounds, and presuming the WiFi here at the Joshua House remains stable enough to complete a full download of the ISO, I plan to play a bit of it in pSX 1.13 (an old but reliable emulator with impressively low requirements to run games at full speed). A kind young lady brought us to the restaurant and brought us home, staying the entire time as a supervisor. Noticing that she was seemingly fixated on her phone, and having initially gotten the impression that she was the boss in that kitchen, I thought to myself in all honesty: "Gee, it's nice of her to be glued to that screen while I'm peeling all these vegetables." As it turns out, she doesn't work there, and stayed on the premises simply to keep an eye on us. I was tempted to speak up, but stayed quiet, and it worked out for the best as there were no incidents. The last thing I would want is to get in trouble, especially over something that would have turned out to be a misunderstanding. At this point, I'm fully convinced that I was destined to be around food. Even when I can't eat it, simply being able to work with food is a blessing. At the end of my shift, the head chef asked me if I'd be interested in coming back, a question met with an unequivocal 'yes'. Though I will probably get to return as a substitute in the future, I received word from upper management that the plan is to keep me in the JARC kitchen five days a week...as welcoming as the people there have been, I'd love to keep the ball rolling. The black mesh bag has a few less hangers in it than there had been at the start of the day, as quite a few are now connected to shirts. Now I just have to figure out what to do with the remaining ones. I will likely wait until laundry day comes, and once that's out of the way I plan to give first priority to the shirts. Wrinkles in pants are forgivable. Shirts, not so much.