Bailed on the job interview. Sat in my car outside the warehouse but couldn't go in. It was a small business, probably a tight-knit crew of (bad home) workers, not the anonymous labour hire drones that are typical of bigger warehouses and factories that are less social and personal.
Just can't do it. It's over, it's so over. I'm not suicidal but I get this weird feeling that my life is going to end soon. I probably have a disease or my incompetence will lead to a fatal accident or something.