I arose feeling ready. Ready to plan my new life.
The big interview is tomorrow. I’m not nervous. I’m sharp. Composed. The prep’s solid. I’ve already won.
Buttered my toast both sides this morning.
Thought about booking a hotel again for tonight. Don’t need it. Not this time. Dog’s kept mostly quiet since I stared it down in the corridor.
Been doing more running. Eating less junk. Feel better. Am sure I do. Things are not winding me up as much. Staying calm. Shining.
There’s no way Hugh knows what happened. No one does. Wrote it on my phone five times to make it real.
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Boss was in a foul mood. Good. If he weren’t such a prick, maybe I wouldn’t have this interview.
I’ll thank him. Straight-faced. Shake his hand. Look him in the eye. Tell him he made me see what I needed to see. But kindly fuck off and shut your mouth.
For now, I’ll play ball. “Yes, Sir. Right away.”
Let him enjoy his power while he still has it.
One more day. I’m gone.
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