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I think the cubicle I work in(temp job) works as an amplifier for my paranoia. It may also be that I really have no idea what the hell I am doing. But I am paranoid to begin with, I cant sit still in that place for eight hours thinking about all the people that may be talking about the mistakes Im making. I really think everyone is out to get me. what "get" exactly entails remains to be determined.
Its ver weird, how suspicious of people I am. I dont have anything against anyone there but I still think for some reason they hate me without a word.
Descending two flights of stairs into the basement of a large Office building one immediately is pressed witht he feeling that there is no escape. Then as you get into the actual office you see cubicles as far as the biulding looking like a sleeping beehive, I can only imagine what is like during the day. I just dont think people where meant to be stuffed into biuldings correcting insurance claims. Worse than that reading the claims sometimes is depressing as hell. A 44 year old man tried to kill himself by taking 48 benadryl. I only wish I could find out why he did it and understand whether it was justified.