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1.5 hours
That's how long I lasted at Ipsos tonight. 90 minutes. The lingering depression from the flu/bronchitis/lack of exercise led to a panic state, and I lost the ability to function in such a way that I could maintain quality and respondant control on interviews.
I feel lower than a snake's belly right now. Like absolute shit. Like a failure, and the worst part? Right now I feel like I could never go back.
After I left work I pigged out on A&W burgers and fries (indulging in comfort food and punishing myself in one swoop), then came home and talked briefly with George before taking a tranquillizer and going to bed. But I just couldn't get to sleep; my mind is in too much turmoil. So here I am, on the net. Not that it's going to help.
Comforting myself with sugar-free lemon hard candies and trying not to think about tomorrow...
I feel lower than a snake's belly right now. Like absolute shit. Like a failure, and the worst part? Right now I feel like I could never go back.
After I left work I pigged out on A&W burgers and fries (indulging in comfort food and punishing myself in one swoop), then came home and talked briefly with George before taking a tranquillizer and going to bed. But I just couldn't get to sleep; my mind is in too much turmoil. So here I am, on the net. Not that it's going to help.
Comforting myself with sugar-free lemon hard candies and trying not to think about tomorrow...
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