time keeps on slippin'

I’ve discovered the best way to make someone think they are insane, and then eventually become insane. Take part of their normal element, and tweak it ever so slightly.
For example, mess with their sense of time.

This has been happening to me for what I think is the past 2 or 3 days. I keep 2 calendars at my desk, one of which I cross off the days as they pass and one of which is a day-to-day desk calendar, and I always tear off the day in the morning. My calendars agree with each other regarding what day it is. First I thought one person was just being retarded and writing yesterday’s date on things. I could accept that.

By my reckoning, today is the 28th. Yesterday was the 27th. Tuesday was the 26th. However, Tuesday’s “in” pile was dated 9/25. Yesterday everything I received said 9/26. I’m receiving stuff that says everything from 9/25 to 9/27. Nothing says 9/28. And it’s not like I missed this stuff for 2 days; my inbox is generally empty, so I would notice if something had been put in there and left since the 25th, whenever that was.

I keep trying to convince myself that I know what day it is and other people just need to get calendars and be less retarded. But then the paranoia creeps in. What if there is a deliberate set-up to drive me insane? It could be done. Computer clocks can be reset, calendars altered. Only a few people would need to be involved; they figure I’m not going to go around asking everyone I see what day it is. Then I will be locked away. However, sharing my theory of persecution might also get me locked away.

I can’t figure out why they would do this, however. Is it a funny practical joke? Am I going to get in trouble for being a day behind (or ahead) in my work? To ensure against this, I’ve corrected the dates on everything that I think is wrong. So at least everything is consistent, even if it’s wrong. When everything has different dates, it’s easy to get confused. But I won’t let them get to me. If I get confused about what day is Saturday and either show up to a closed office, or stay home on a day I should be at work, so be it. I will either get fired for missing work or someone will correct me, thus revealing the joke. Then I will quit because I can’t work in a place that considers me a good target for cruel jokes.

Another possibility is that I have become so set in my mundane life that time really is passing slower than I am used to. The days have been dragging lately. When I come to work, it does seem as if I don’t leave for several days. Even waiting for lunch takes an eternity. I guess when you do the same thing day in and day out, they all run together.

Seems like a bad dream.