Did you ever get the feeling that someone is going to come by your desk one day with a bunch of police and accuse you of being a fake. Telling the police to arrest you because you don't know how to do your job, and you've been deceitful the whole time? And then you'll be like, "Wait I really can do my jobe see? I'm good at it!" But the police haul you off anyway because they aren't convinced despite the obvious.
Well that happened to me, last night, in one of the 25 nightmares I had. Fun stuff.
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