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I actually caught myself hoping today that I wouldn't get the job, because there'd be no way I'd be able to be all energised and alert and attentive and learning a gazillion new things right after Christmas. I'd try to be perfect and end up having a huge teary freak out/break down and they'd fire me, and I'd be without a job, and would still have to find a new flat, and OMG panic, my life is over, whatever shall I do.
And okay, maybe overreacting a tad. The prospect is still starting to completely freak me out, though. M. is used to my occasional mood-swings and minor crises, but there I'd have to be *bright smile* for 9 hours/day.
And okay, maybe overreacting a tad. The prospect is still starting to completely freak me out, though. M. is used to my occasional mood-swings and minor crises, but there I'd have to be *bright smile* for 9 hours/day.