....means my temp assignment is surely ending. All of us temps are broken in our spirit bones. We all feel discouraged. Error rates are fucking us. I am all inbox now, and it's hard. I am learning though. I learned a lot in the past week alone, but I don't think it will matter. We can hear our author users whispering. I leave exhausted. I sleep a
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Slit your wrists and bleed all over the floor?
Cry when nobody is looking and act fine when they are around?
None of the above?
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