I’ve got a lot of anxiety today, and I can’t say why on the blog, but it’s BIG. My intestines are in knots, my mouth is as arid as a desert and my stomach seems to be trying to climb up my throat and out my mouth.
On an unrelated note, I did something rather stupid at work. It wasn’t catastrophic, but it was a bit stupid. I just wish that when I do these stupid things, it wasn’t always when my boss is watching me…
I did reflect that when I’m dead and gone, my stupid mistakes and weird habits will seem like endearing character quirks to those who remember me. I’m not sure if this is reassuring or morbid.
On the plus side, I saw the written copy of my annual appraisal today and it didn’t seem as critical of me as I thought it was at the time. Maybe I’m not as bad at this job as I thought I was.