I drew this a few years ago when I used to work in a call centre for two weeks. You are welcome to analyse it and draw conclusions as to my mental state at that time. I await your findings with interest.
"In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down Or cut him 'til he cried out, in his anger and his shame 'I am leaving, I am leaving' But the fighter still remains."