Sometimes we are so used to expecting trouble that we insit that it is the only thing that exists. I spent days plannning to overcome perceived problems.
Wednesday I checked a premises. The client were unhappy because I did not climb over the spike fence, so I put in my report. Friday, starting nightshift, I am informed I must go see the boss Monday morning.
From there onwards for two days I puzzled about what I could be in trouble about. I recounted every possibility in my head, recalling everything I had done in te past weeks that someone could have made any negative assumption about. The fence incident featured as most possible.
I went up and down the list trying to figure out what I could be answering to on Monday morning and what my answer would be. Justifying chunks of my work no one may even have noticed.
By Sunday morning I started being tired, feeling paranoid and unreasonable. Doubting myself.
Then on Sunday afternoon, looking at the dates, I realise that Monday is the last day of three years I spent with the company. This meant I had to go get new epolets with one more star. The boss propably also want to talk about the increase that goes with that.
Tomorrow morning we will see who were right; the paranoid troubleshooter or the positive optimist.
I sure want to stop planning my own doom. It's really no way to live.
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