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Monday, October 11, 2004
This morning felt like a Peanuts cartoon. (You'll have to use your imagination a bit here, I haven't got the time to mess about with Photoshop to actually make the cartoon - I wish I did, I reckon it'd be cool).
I don't know why but I woke up this morning feeling feeble. The 'I don't want to go into work' feeling was just like the 'I don't want to go to school' feeling I used to get when I first started at the big school. But since I'm now a grown-up, I couldn't pretend I had a stomach ache and get my mum to call in sick for me, I just had to be a brave little soldier and go on in, holding my head up high.
So I sat at my desk, listening to the morning chitchat, watching people sip their tea. It occurred to me that I didn't really know what I was meant to be doing. I thought about it a bit and it dawned on me that I've been here 2 months now and I don't have any more of an idea what I'm here for than I did when I first arrived here.
At lunch I went home and mentioned this to Corrie. (This is where is becomes the Peanuts cartoon).
Me: I don't really know what I'm meant to be doing at work.
Corrie: Well, why don't you ask someone?
Me: [Looks out to the reader with a blank face]
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