Panic attack

I had to blog about this day. So here goes. Last night I got in touch
with my boss, the long 'n' short of which is that today is when he is
to tell me my employment fate. I barely slept last night. This morning
the anxiety attack was even worse. So I decided to take some Irish
coffee to calm my nerves. I got past the 1st cup. On my 2nd the
churning in my stomach was overwhelming, I threw up!
The anxiety grew. I went to the bank and I could barely handle or sign
the documents! My hands were shaking like wow!
As am doing this blog am at a restaurant waiting for my date. My
stomach is still churning and my mind is spinning. I can barely drink
my beer (never happened before!).
Now, I have two bad options and one good one.
1. My boss doesn't call me, I have a mental breakdown.
2. My boss calls and tells me I don't have a job, I have a mental breakdown.
3. My boss calls me and tells me I have a job, I become hysterical.
All I can do now is sit back hope I don't throw up on my date or crap
myself and wait!

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