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Sick day
Hammered, but not really, it’s moulded plastic, meant to look like beaten metal. The feel is all wrong. I clutch it closely. Yellow bile, taste of turmeric. Thoughts race. Contact new boss, old boss, try to
communicate the day, what can go ahead in my absence. Cancel meet up. Email.
Panic that they won’t see the email.
That there will be a wasted trip.
Reputational damage. Slump. I’ve done what I can do. In the grand scheme will any of this matter? Some days are seized. Some days just slip. All the gripping won’t change that. Empty bowl, rinse, bleach, wipe. Surrender.
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