I've lost my ability to do my job properly. IT feels like I'm constantly in fight-or-flight skittering between things rather than being able to fully focus on anything in particular. It's coming to a head and it's turning me into a proper misereable bastard. I'm constantly being told to hand things off to people but - doing that requires actually thinking about them in detail and --- it's an incredibly pernicious trap.
It feels like everything I do is wrong in some way.
It feels like everything I do is wrong in some way.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.