"I don't believe that you spend 7o% of your time on my work," I read in her email, and the anxiety which I'd been staving off for the past few hours comes crashing back. My head seems to swell up like a balloon full of blood and I wonder if this is what it feels like right before a person has a stroke.
This is what comes of working in industries where you have no native talent or interest, and a strange resolve kindles in me.
I am going to find a job in a place that roughly corresponds to what I actually care about.
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