... and I was in a panic, I mean, it just washed over me, while I was sitting there trying to focus on this fucking excel spreadsheet to allocate revenue and COGS, and this was a file that I do every fucking month for the past two years and then I got this sense that not only suddenly did I not understand it, like my brain just shut down, like it refused to let any of the data in. Suddenly this thing looked like a foreign language to me ... and at that moment, I just wanted to run, get the hell out of there, just run away and go home and do nothing but make my cross-stitch all day long and sell that to the craft stores to make a living ...
I don't know ... is that a sign? I don't know.
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