Job (In)Security

I am endlessly paranoid about my job. I worry every time the others in my office talk behind closed doors. I worry when I do a little web surfing. I worry if I’m sitting still for too long. I worry because I know that I don’t have enough to do, and what I do have to do, I don’t like and I put it off as long as possible.

I worry because I’m overqualified and too quick at my work. I know I could easily do the work that needs to be done by working part time, maybe even only 20 hours a week. But I need the money. The only small comfort I have is that my boss likes knowing I’m here to answer to phones and run interference between her and her customers.

I wish I had more to do. I keep thinking with time, they’ll give me more. But I also worry that Charming is afraid to give me too much of his work. I wonder if he thinks that I’ll take this job from him. There’s really no way to reassure him of that. I don’t think I’d be good at his job, as it’s really detailed and requires a close eye, neither of which I have.

So here I sit, around 8 hours each day, worrying.