Stress at work is palpable. Cold sores are popping up on colleages and, notably, a nice big one on my mug too. I feel tired from conversations that revolve around uncertaintly like the one I had this morning and shut down quite quickly; "Where are you going? Do you know? I don't know."
Jesus christ.
"No, I don't know and I don't want to talk about it, it stresses me out". They probed a bit futher, but I shut it down a little more forcefully. People understand repetition, apparently.
Yesterday, after the emotional rollercoaster that was my day, E (the new guy) described a scene from our upcoming vacation to LA. Bascially it involved shopping, being on the beach, some nudity and a bottle of wine. Fabulous. Just imagining the pink sky, warm toasty skin, comfy arms to cuddle in, soft sand, and fresh denim was like an instant spa treatment. I can smell the sunscreen already.
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