Motivation, yeah? Yay! Yay!

Yeah, took today off. Probably shouldn’t have done that considering that I had a bit of a spaz-mental yesterday at work. But this morning, I got up feeling groggy and panicky at the day ahead. I had to wait for the shower. I hate that, it puts me well behind. It was raining outside again. Fuck. My girlfriend asked me to pop my head in on the way, because I hadn’t seen her for a few days and wouldn’t see her for another week as she’s going away.

And that was it. I got there. She looked beautiful and warm and sleepy. I had about three minutes to share with her before I had to leave, in which time she managed to mention the words ‘pull a sicky’.

So I phoned in sick. I was dreading my day, feeling low on confidence and under immense pressure to perform. And let’s put this into a sensible context, I’ve only been there about three weeks. It’s not quite right is it, I'm already taking time off due to stress.

So, I watched The Godfather Part One, ate a late breakfast and said cheerio to the wifey. Feeling quite relaxed.

Must perform tomorrow, though. Yay! What a weird job.