12:30am.
Caught up in amusing but mundane office stress. Verbal assessments. Need to write out mark sheets again. Core fails zero. Face to face calibration this afternoon. Call levelling with the clients. Monthly audit. Work is absurd.
I want to walk along the beach in the spring sun.
Still 12:30am.
Seven hours left.
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