Stomach Churning Terror

I'm feeling nauseated and nervous and worried and theres really no need.

A few moments ago a guy at my new office came over and asked me what I was working on. With the horrible feeling of dread that I have come to recognize whenever I am in a workplace and am confronted by a superior, I replyed that I had'nt been given anything to work on yet, and I was just answering the phones for the time being.

He, with a conspiritorial air, leaned towards me and said, "Alisha said she gave you something to do and I need that space cleared out and I don't want to tell her how to do her job". Puzzled, I burbled something about not having heard anything about this, and truth be told, not knowing this Alisha. He smiled at me and said something about, "well she said she had given it to you but apparently not. Thanks for the scoop" and walked away.

Well, though I do not feel like he was at all angry at me, or really angry at all, I do somehow feel that this misunderstanding is my fault. I keep racking my brain to remember the unknown Alisha giving me a task, but the truth is that no one has approached me for anything this morning other than a red-haired gentleman asking me if I had a box cutter. This prompted a brief search which produced no box cutter. Other than that I have had no intercourse with anyone this morning.

Therefore, Alisha, whomsoever she may be, has told a fib it seems. But I still can't help feeling that I am somehow at fault, nor can I help the nausea that accompanies the feeling.