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  • It's strange what frustration can do, can make you feel alone and over-whelmed. Or it can fire you up to sort things out and make a leap. The former is hard to change, the latter can be good for re-energising. Unfortunately the former seems to be catching me at every turn. Frustrated with a meeting that wasn't going where I wanted it to, frustrated that no-on was listening to me, I felt like a goldfish, opening and closing my mouth and no sound coming out. In my mind I said "WHY AM I HERE?", however it wasn't just my mind which said it, my mouth followed suit, at volume. To the shock of the gathered suits in the meeting room, the wry smile of the office twerp (too young to be there, should be at home reading the Beano, waiting for his tea), the palpable tension from my boss mouthing a WTF? in my direction. An awkward silence followed. A snigger from the little one with his over-sized suit and matching shirt and tie. I managed to stammer an apology, looked at my shoes, wiped my clammy palms, cleared my throat and tried to regain control. My voice came out in a high squeak, my throat was parched. The suits looked away, interrupted me and carried on. It was as if I had never been there.
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