You know when your hand hurts from holding the pencil so tight, tryna make a straight line perfect for some bank logo. And it’s like, it’s not even cool, it’s just… blue. Dark blue. And you’re just tracing it again and again, and you can practically hear the clock ticking, knowing you NEED that money, and you’re like, this is IT? This is what all those dreams feel like? Just a really straight, really boring blue line. And then you just feel… tiny. And like, really ashamed for feeling that way, like you should just be HAPPY you got the job, you know?