h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I am a binge eater. I eat for comfort.

Generally speaking, I recognise this fact, and do my best to avoid highly stressful situations; or if I cannot avoid them, at least modify my state of mind when it comes to meals. I have failed this today.

I am afraid that I left a job application form on my desk over the weekend. It was not mine, it was my partner's, but I am currently being almost ostracised. I'm actually shaking with the stress of being here. Mt new colleague (the one I predicted would cause me trouble) has just given me the Evil Eye on the way past. I think, although I'm not positive, that he has been pouring poison in my other colleague's ear - hard to tell when someone won't say more than a few perfunctory words to you.

Now, I am looking for a new job, but that's because I find that the clash of personalities is even more intolerable then with my former boss, who was merely intimidated by the fact that I picked up technical knowledge quicker than him. I'm more stressed than I was back when I was typesetting four magazines a month and helping with the admin as we were shortstaffed. Those were long days, difficult, hard work, but pleasant as my colleagues were such a good bunch.

So I am stressed. My hands are shaking, I feel like crying. And somehow I was in the supermarket picking up lunch and, on binge-eater autopilot, picked up two sandwiches, two chocolate eclairs, two bags of sweets, chocolate puddings, and a huge bottle of cola. One of the sandwiches is a healthy choice, but the rest is pure junk, and I can't even remember picking any of it up or indeed, walking back to the office with it.

I think I may go to the doctor and ask him for help. I hate medication though. But it's time to bite the bullet, and I am ill.