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sketchfab

It's a typical Monday morning, and I'm already feeling under the weather. My throat is scratchy, my head is pounding, and all I want to do is crawl back into bed. But duty calls, and I have a meeting with my boss at 10 am that I simply cannot miss. I drag myself out of bed, stumble to the kitchen to grab some coffee, and then head to the shower to try and wake myself up. The warm water feels nice on my sore muscles, but it's not enough to shake off the fatigue. I'm a zombie, stumbling around the house, trying to get ready for the day ahead. The commute is a nightmare, with traffic backed up all over the city. I'm stuck in a sea of brake lights, going nowhere fast. I try to listen to music or podcasts to pass the time, but even that can't lift my mood. I just want to get to work and collapse onto my chair, hoping that somehow, someway, today will be better than yesterday. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I arrive at the office. My boss is waiting for me in his office, looking stern as usual. We go over the day's schedule, and I try to focus on the tasks ahead of me. But my mind keeps wandering back to how much I want to go home and take a nap. The rest of the morning is a blur, with meetings and reports and endless emails. I'm just going through the motions, trying to get through the day without too much damage. And then, just when I think it's all over, my boss calls me into his office again. This time, he's got some good news - we're getting a new project, and I'll be leading it. I'm shocked, but also excited. This could be the break I need to get out of this rut and prove myself. I leave the meeting feeling hopeful for the first time all day. Maybe today won't be so bad after all.