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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!

Comments

Darling.

[eliade.livejournal.com]

You'll bootstrap yourself off the monkey pile soon, and rightly so. Reassure yourself that it could be worse--you could have *justifiable* reasons for your bout of I-suckism. Take me, for instance. I did barely a lick of work this week. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, it was all I could do to keep my eyes from crossing as I stared into the monitor screen. I think I surfed seven hours out of eight, occasionally thinking, "What if they're collecting my click data right now? What if they tell my manager, who thinks I'm competent, that I spent the entire day reloading LiveJournal and reading Salon? Would they really want to pay me over $100 a day to surf?" But I manfully shouldered those thoughts aside, and continued my clock-watching until I was free to leave the office.

Buck up, little soldier. {g}

Re: Darling.

[katallison.livejournal.com]

Ah, but you see, the reason that I'm miles and miles behind with stuff at work is that I spent all last week web-surfing <glancing around nervously to make sure employer is not spying>. I was, like, researching apartments in the town where I'd move if I got this job about which I have not even gotten a call yet! Now *that* is time-wasting with a hey nonny.

What the hell did we ever *do* at work before the internet? Damned if I can remember...