Monday morning. Getting ready at home always flies by. Before I know it, I'm sat at the bus stop hoping that there will be some sort of event that means I won't have to go in today.
But I know the day will go on. Time will go on. I have to do today, it is unavoidble. I just have to take it one call at a time and do my best. It is all I can do. And maybe it will all be okay. Perhaps I'll surprise myself and know more than I think I do. Maybe I won't feel so stupid and uncomfortable.
I knew this would be hard, so why am I surprised that I don't like it? I suppose I didn't believe it would chip so much at my spirit.
I did last week, I got through it, so I should be able to get through this week to.
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