I am tired physically. I am exhausted mentally. I am on the verge of a complete breakdown. (Oh God, am I dying? My stomach hurts! I can’t breath! I must be dying!!! Damn, haven’t seen the movie [Napoleon Dynamite] yet. I hate to die young. Wait a second, am I just too hungry? Is the tie just a little too tight? OK, take a deep breath. Hmm.. I guess I am not dying then. Somewhat disappointed though.)
The workload eventually catches up with me. I can no longer afford fooling around at work now. Now I need to bring my “A” game to the table to please the people around me. My brain has to run at its full capacity to learn and grow to meet my boss’s high-but-reasonable expectations. I finally have to pay the price for my previous three years of underachievement. I could be so much more polished and resourceful if I took the job more seriously during the past several years. I have to admit that I feel more or less regretful at this very moment. From now on, I have no choice but to elevate my work-spirit level from Blue to Red (please refer to the Homeland Security Advisory System for more clarification). I will change for the better; I promise!
(Does it mean no more XBOX? Hell no, are you kidding me?)