NP: Tool, Aenima

There's something afoot here in the land of pods and cubicles. I don't know what. There's a clear worst-case scenario, and a slightly fuzzier best-case scenario if I can work things to my favor. The reality will likely be right in the middle, and nothing will really change. More news may come as soon as tomorrow.

I really think this comes more from mood swings and energy levels than anything else, but occasionally I just get really paranoid, and not even in the "oh my god, they're going to figure out that I have no idea what I'm doing" sense that lots of people go through. Because I do know what I'm doing, even with the occasional hiccup. I think maybe I just extrapolate the social part of not fitting in here to the business side, which is kinda dumb. Job success is not driven by the inclination to have the shit shot with you when you get a break, even if it does bug me sometimes.

That has nothing to do with the vibe I'm getting, substantively. Just piggybacking on a vague and likely misguided sense of dread.