but wait, there's more
Around 10am today, all the high muvketymucks had a 90 minute meeting. I was terrified they were arguing over whether to fire me or not.
I packed my personal belongings into my lunch box. Put my work notes near the trash, and kept my head down.
Why would they fire me?
I check my phone too much. I was caught browsing the web for non-work reasons. I'm making too many mistakes.
Around noon, my manager comes to the dispatcher, asks if the dispatcher knows how to get into the gmail account, then, "Show raisinbottom when work gets slow."
I quietly set my desk back uo again, hoping no one saw my quiet anxiety.
Reminds me of when I commisserated with Jaybird years ago when he was working contracts for Agilon and fearing meetings because they were always bad news.