...who is this stranger staring at me?
The big layoffs happened at work. Should have made me worried about my job but weirdly it has made me bolder and given me a devil-may-care attitude. I have almost fought with a peer (granted, she is a fucking moron) and given a "piece of my mind" to a CxO. I feel like it is a weird Office Space moment. I just don't care enough. It might be high time I bail. The only thing holding me back is that this job is way too easy, my boss doesn't have their hand in my cookie jar and my team thinks I am awesome!
I am not even looking but I am getting an inbound interest a week. I am high on confidence but I think I shouldn't wait too long to see if I am really "wanted". There is always the fear of leaving a cushy job and trying to prove yourself anew but the money here is just not worth it.
Totally unrelated to all this, a weird kind of dissonance has set in. Hard to describe, but my own name feels alien to me. There is no identity crisis or any such shit but I feel weird when someone uses my name to say anything about me (good or bad). Have I really been addressed by that name for decades now? How does that name not feel my own then? I should have been really used to it by now.
Most days, I don't recognize myself. When did I become so easy to talk to? When did I become the talker? When did I become the conversation initiator or the small-talker? I used to be very uncomfortable in social situations, when did the script change? How did I become the person who wants to keep in touch? Maybe, this is the flare up before the flare out!
Totally unrelated but thought of the lines from the play I saw in London forever ago...