Killed.To.Death.
Had issues at work tonight switching off my brain, as Ewan can testify ... or could, if he had a blog.
There's something about flogging away at the ideal of utmost perfection whilst at uni studying to be placed on a critical cardio-thoracic unit in a few weeks that doesn't allow for much easy-going, laid-back-ness when I get to the projection room.
I reckon I was about to explode when things got wonky to any degree.
I need a firm divide in my brain.
Otherwise I'm going to get killed to death by my colleagues.
Killed.To.Death.
There's something about flogging away at the ideal of utmost perfection whilst at uni studying to be placed on a critical cardio-thoracic unit in a few weeks that doesn't allow for much easy-going, laid-back-ness when I get to the projection room.
I reckon I was about to explode when things got wonky to any degree.
I need a firm divide in my brain.
Otherwise I'm going to get killed to death by my colleagues.
Killed.To.Death.