My female has lost track of time. Seriously speaking. Sometimes she can’t remember the day, sometimes it’s the date. At times, she can’t recall what happened just the day before. She can’t remember her clients’ names or faces.
It’s a good kind of busy, she says. The kind of busy where she’s happy to be working all the time. However, she knows that she’s going to reach breaking point soon, given her increasing distractibility and self-absorption.
Oh well… Just 2 more months I reckon. Now she’s going to mark her lousy year 2 essays…
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