Imposter Syndrome
I feel it in the workplace everyday at my desk. When I’m blaring white noise in one headphone or when I’m scrolling through the New Yorker. THe feeling is there, like I don’t belong in an office working for an actual profitable company. Someone must have made a mistake like the person who let me into UCLA. Who was the person who let me into a company to produce work and increase efficiency?
Someone called me an adult at the water dispenser which made me chuckle but no one else was laughing. Each growing .day the life of me is being sucked into spreadsheets and
Shit I’m not young anymore.