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What is your breaking point?
I thought I was hiding my stress levels perfectly. I was still managing to function with single shots of espresso - there was no hair loss and I was managing to feed myself (these are the tame stress symptoms may I add) - but all of this was of course pre-horrendous bank appointment (Deutsche Bank if you're reading this I'm not a refugee and this proves it). After my appointment/"cross examination" was over (there are no words), off I ran, back to the warm bosom of the office and to try and at least recover a little of my dignity that had been cruelly snatched by the bank manager.
Waving my security badge over the office doors - I instantly started to feel myself again. I would soon be back amongst well-dressed people, nice furniture and real floral arrangements. After another 2 swipes of my badge though I realised something was VERY wrong and my appearance was more of a (deranged) kid outside the sweetie shop than a professional employee. My access to the building appeared had been very definitely denied...
Not a big fan of looking desperate the idea of banging on the glass doors was not an appealing one (and quite frankly you never know who you might see in our reception...). Can you imagine Mr.D or Mr.G seeing a frantic girl banging on their glass doors asking to be let in???!! One final attempt at swiping and I was brought to my knees by the cold harsh message - BREAKING POINT.
I've now decided the whole entry thing is a secret company code for any of its staff that are starting to look, how shall we put this politely? "Slightly unhinged" - entry forbidden until one's composure is recovered. Needless to say after a long lunch I was re-admitted.
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