so i turned myself to face me but i've never caught a glimpse of how the others must see the faker

So, here's the sweater I'm making for my friendalthough I'm not sure you can see the cable braid down the sleeves. I'm done with the back, oh glorious stockinette stitch done on the Metro, whilst falling asleep on the orange line (I always get on able to get one of the last seats, aren't you jealous?).Since the left and right front instructions are near to impossible to decipher, I start on a sleeve next.

And since I'm not sure I've mentioned it, I am leaving my safe cushy job of government contracting on Tuesday. I've contracted to the same federal government agency for the past five and a half years and it's a bit scary to move on to a new position. What if I fail? What if everyone sees me as the massive fuck-up that I really am? How have I faked it for this long? How will I fake it at a giant international government banking conglomerate that spans, oh, the whole world?