The nice boss, the reasonable hours... it all feels like a setup. Like they're lulling me into a false sense of security before they drop the bomb. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Again. Maybe I should just quit now and save myself the pain. But then they win, don't they? And I'm tired of them winning. Even if it's all in my head. Even if this new job is actually okay. I can't shake the feeling. The feeling of being watched. Of being judged. Of being disposable. So I smile. I nod. I agree. I perform. And I wait. Boxing tonight. I'll hit the bag until my knuckles bleed. Maybe that will quiet the voices. Maybe. Probably not.