Psyched

Sunday night.

The usual time of the week when I psyche myself up for the week ahead, telling myself, "I still love my job. I will find my lost energy and meaning at work this week."

Let's see how far I go this week.

For the past couple ones, I have been hitting the bottles by mid-week. Or at least, I think of doing so.

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"So, do you have any questions for us?"

"Yes, I'd like to know when I might know the results."

"Let's see. I'll be busy travelling, but we know we need to close this position soon too. Maybe by the week of March 5, you should hear from us."

That's this week.

Pray for me, dudes. And dudettes.