I wish I had someone to police my internal panic button... someone to stop me reaching for the 'Send' icon on my e-mail. A little voice that says 'try DRAFT'... or "Now is not the time"
Perhaps I thrive on paranoid conspiracy and drama... or perhaps they're really out there and plotting to not pay / fire / kill us.
Anyway suffice to say that today is a day that I'm imagining the cry of 'Panic Stations' and a Clive Dunn style flap. Nothing serious - just ascendent shit and a fan spinning mercilessly. We will handle it.
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Pokemon! Gotta catch them all!
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