Plans for a possible nuclear fallout - I mean, failing the bar exam - are put on hold

It started off as a manageable Friday - a bit on the emotional high octave because M. was due to arrive in the evening but still, nevertheless, a perfectly acceptable Friday. I'm talking about last Friday, OK?

Then it went downhill. First, I find out through TPB, Esq. that some states already have their bar exam results out.
"Argh! I shall now have to die a tortuous death!" I shouted out as I realised that what I was seeing on the screen was a letter from that state's board of examiners. I went to my partner's office in a highly agitated state.
"Would you fire me if I fail the bar?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, without looking up from his email. I swooned into the corridor. My colleagues came out from their offices to see what was going on. I showed them the link with the letter from the examiners.
"Relax," said Chinese Sad Associate, "You'll pass with flying colours."
"Well, just in case I don't, you can have my *new* Blackberry," I said.

Then I went to a meeting with a Japanese client. He looked at my namecard and said, "You are Korean? Some of my best friends are Korean! Ha ha..."
"Oh, really?" I said. But he carried on, "You are Miss Kim? We have an employee in Korea called Mr. Kim! Maybe you are related! Ha ha..."
"Or maybe not," I said. The meeting lasted an hour and a half.

At the end of it all, I was really just a gibbering wreck. If you ever wondered why I don't go out on Friday nights, it's because usually at the end of the working day I am not fit to be seen. I felt so tense and stressed I was close to tears. I thought of things I could do in the event I failed the bar. Should I move to the British Virgin Islands to become a fisherman? Should I start flogging electrical goods online (on the blog)? Should I learn to knit? And this was the state I was in when M. arrived, half an hour earlier than the announced arrival time, and we went out for dinner.

I am just glad he's here and it's a two day working week. I can ruminate about my other possible careers in the BVI/Cayman Islands/Scotland/wherever after M. has left. For now, I can just put my disaster scenario construction on hold, and fantasise about the good things in life.