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[katallison]

It is Crisis of Confidence Day here at la casa Kat; I am experiencing a bout of I-suckism that makes Badfic!RayK look like a paragon of self-esteem. I have heard nothing back about the job. (Rational Brain: "Well, these things take time, you know that, just relax." I-Suck Brain: "Oh, shut up. They laughed at my resume, they laughed loud and long, and then they tore it up into little tiny bits.") The story continues to loom in my mind as a monument to tripe. (Rational Brain: "You feel this way every time, and hey, L. thinks it's good!" I-Suck Brain: "I repeat, shut up. Plus, she's just being nice to me.") I am miles and miles behind on stuff at work. (Rational Brain: "You just have to go in and start chipping away at it; slow and steady, one thing at a time." I-Suck Brain: "What part of shut up are you not getting? Plus, any day now they're gonna twig to my massive incompetence and just fire my ass, and then I'll have to go work as a convenience store clerk in Lake Elmo and live in a trailer park.")

This is, actually, not a plea for reassurance, just a quick tour of the monkey house. See the monkeys! Laugh as they jump up and down and screech! Duck out of the way as they fling shit!

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[elynross.livejournal.com]

This is, actually, not a plea for reassurance, just a quick tour of the monkey house. See the monkeys! Laugh as they jump up and down and screech! Duck out of the way as they fling shit!

How about if I take it as reassurance for myself? *g* As I know you know, there are so many of us that have these "what if they find out I'm incompetent/realize I've deluded them and I can't write/realize they never really liked me anyway!" feelings. And having come off my own two-week illness, I know that's a real help. Here's hoping some balance arrives on your doorstep soon. And a spoon, to dig with at work. Killa and I are wielding ours, slowly, slowly.

You have adorable monkeys. *g*

[katallison.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thanks, Ellen. I take comfort in the fact that all the smart competent people I know seem to have these inner crises (even though I know it's logically flawed to think that being insecure means one is smart/competent).

(I-Suck Brain: "You know, I'll bet that Ellen and Killa at least do their dishes! Instead of letting them pile up in huge fetid greasy stacks in the sink!" Me: "Oh, shut up.")

[flambeau.livejournal.com]

Maybe you can train the monkeys to do the dishes. They have to be good for something. (I, otoh, have to actually write it into my schedule - 8.30, do dishes - and force myself into the kitchen with a whip and chair.)

And being insecure doesn't mean you're not smart and competent, either. ;-)

[elynross.livejournal.com]

(I-Suck Brain: "You know, I'll bet that Ellen and Killa at least do their dishes! Instead of letting them pile up in huge fetid greasy stacks in the sink!" Me: "Oh, shut up.")

Bwaaa-haa-haaaa! Well, Killa does. *g* Me? I have a mother. I dread to think what will happen when she's gone. And I haven't dusted or vacuumed in months, my Xmas tree will probably stay up until March, and you can't get through my living room for all the toys piled in it. The laundry basket in my room is spilling on to the floor, where it meets up with the piles of not-really-dirty clothes I've stripped off and flung, and the piles of read books that haven't any place to go, and the not-read ones I haven't read yet.

I win!