His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti. He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready.
So I’m not feeling super hot unfortunately. Throat aches, head aches, and I’m just out of it. With that said, by the time you’re reading this I’ll have been on a conference call for over four hours doing training for new software, so the above image is basically how I’m reacting to being under the weather. Ain’t nobody got time for dat when there’s product knowledge to be learned. Or in other words, I’m gonna be a zombie this weekend.
Question of the Day:
When was the last time you pushed yourself beyond your limits for the sake of the job, school, or the game? Did you feel you were productive during that time, or did it end up being all for naught (or even worse than it was originally)?
Wish me luck TAY.
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