I'm sitting here after a perfecty decent night at work; really a good night, actually. Nothing is wrong; there's no impending doom; nothing unusual happened. And yet I feel all twitchy and stressed and guilty. I feel like I've done something wrong, and I haven't.
I get this every once in a while; I don't know why. It's maddening, though, because when you feel guilty you want to do something to make up for whatever you did wrong. But I didn't do anything, dammit!
Ahrg. I'm going to go watch Roseanne or something stupid like that.
Poor hiring decisions.
9 years ago