Watcher on high

So, today I must apply for a job. Or, rather, I must pass two tests in order to be allowed to apply for a job.

Tests! I am scared of the time pressure of tests. I am scared of failing.

But, I realise that when I face real pressure, I sort of distance myself from the emotion and deal with it well. Pressure, I mean, not disappointment, grief or shame. In those latter cases, I do not cope well. Other people's emotions, I can handle, largely. But my own, another story.

Then there's the thought of learning how to teach. Maybe that would be a good idea?

The place where I was freelancing, staff get private health and free mental health support. Wow. That would be useful.

In the meantime, I am procrastinating. And I don't really have time to procrastinate.

I SHOULD be revising those darn papers. Instead, I washed and vacuumed the car and made soup. Hey ho.