A week or so ago, I was beyond nervous, I was having nightmares panic attacks etc.
McBark (who is a doctor) once told me no one ever died from a panic attack. I take this under advice, but they still aren't very nice when you get on at 4am.
The prospect of being sent on unpaid work placement was really getting to me. I see it as nothing but punishment and being punished for the failure of the work programme who's providers were paid lots of taxpayer money for absolutely nothing.
They got paid, I got punished,
Now, having escaped that fate, I am nervous about the new job. I suppose this is only natural.
I get nervous before hospital appointments, dental appointments and the likes, so this is nothing new.
Slept a bit better last night but still managed a panic attack at about 5 this morning.
Got up and had another bash at getting the frother mechanism on the coffee machine to work. I've been getting nothing than flat milk out of it for about 4 days.
Cleanliness is apparently the key. I soaked the mechanism overnight then bollocked some steam through it this morning. Still flat white coffee, then the third cup, I got froth.
The things I'l do for a morning cappuccino.
Going to take it easy today and tomorrow (a bank holiday). Shirts to iron, trousers to press. I'm one of those people who likes to approach a day's work slowly, not rushing around ironing shirts, making sandwiches on a short deadline.
Despite my own style of meditation, by Tuesday morning I'm going to need a valium the size of a hockey puck. I hope the people are nice.