spending the majority of daylight hours inside a small room with fluorescent lighting and one other person to keep me company.
working these monotonous days in the hope that I am making some small contribution to improving health outcomes for children on Medicaid, but suspecting that this group of people needs a frontal lobotomy to prevent their egos from sabotaging each attempt to collaborate.
sitting in a single meeting with twenty people at the table, and listening to twenty different conversations happening at the same time.
finding coffee drips all over my bright yellow shirt. I SWEAR I MUST HAVE A HOLE IN MY LOWER LIP.
feeling antsy, but having nowhere to go.
today.
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