I find myself in the midst of pretending to relax before I go on shift when I'm really becoming more and more aware that working for Ross puts me in panic mode where tensions are high and all for what? I won't go into the details of that, though, as I am more concerned by the knot in my stomach, the urge to throw in the towel, and the idea that maybe, just maybe, I should have had three cups of coffee today instead of two. Either way, I don't want to be here today.