Either there are 14 Sheryls or something has gone awry.
Natter 56: ...we need the writers.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Holy multiple posting Batman!
Wait. What's Sheryl up to?
I don't know what happened there, honestly...
Apparently you've got a lot of packing to do.
My name is not in the top 100; my brothers are both in the top 35; and I'm pretty sure Matilda isn't even in the top 1,000, which is baffling considering how people flip out with delight when they hear her name.
ION, I am having a work-related panic attack. I suck, I can't do this, I'm going to fail spectacularly and they're all going to hate me, which is probably okay because even taking this job was a huge and horrible mistake. I have no idea how much, if any, of this is even remotely based in objective fact and how much is my brain and period-related hormonal wackiness conspiring to make me temporarily insane, but it is No. Fun. and it can stop anytime now, please.
t gives Jacqueline cookie
(What Jacqueline doesn't know, is we've replace this cyber cookie with a cookie-shaped valium. Let's see if can taste the difference.)
Those, btw, are all reasonable fears at one time or another.
It's just their intensity and pile-on-ing that's the problem.
Hairpats. I cope with feeling like a disaster with the knowledge that, for all I might be a disaster, at least I wear my underwear under my clothes.
JZ, someone gave me this whole rubric about doing a new job that was enormously helpful when I was having job freak-outs. I can't quite remember it, but it's basically about knowledge vs. competence. I'm willing to bet you've just gotten to the part where you know exactly how much you don't know yet -- because there's no way you could know it all yet -- and that's the freak-out point.
In short, the objective fact is that you're not an expert at this job yet, but that's really OK.
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