Do you ever have one of those days that just start off bad? Well, I guess it’s not bad, but in the very least draining. I was pissed at work AGAIN yesterday. I just hate it when people imply that I broke something when they really did it. Anyway, that’s another story, so I won’t get into it. I had a dream last night that my boss was asking me if I was ok and how things are going. If anyone knows him, they know he says that crap all the time. It’s like he’s trying to be one of those touchy feely “I care about your wellbeing” bosses, but it never seems to come out right. It feels like he is trying too hard and is kind of creepy in reference to the women in the office. Plus, you know that he’s not REALLY listening anyway. See, he tends to have a selective memory when it comes to promotions, raises, and just about anything you want/need that wasn’t his idea. Anyway, in my dream he gave me the standard “You can talk to me line.” So in my dream, I told him I was going to South East Asian in December. I let him know that I’d be gone a month and would take unpaid leave if I didn’t have enough vacation time. He said that it was impossible and started talking about how “the business” would perceive it. Then he was saying how busy we were and that I couldn’t go. I told him that I was going. That I needed this break and it was important to my personal sanity. Then I told him that if he had a problem with it he’d better hire my replacement before December if he wanted me to train them. I felt weird and very out of it when I woke up. For a second, I had to think about if it was a dream or not. Did I just basically quit my job? What about the house? Oh, wait…just a dream. Damn. In my dream I went through all the emotions. First I was still pissed from yesterday. Then I was nervous about telling my boss my plans. I was excited, I stood up for myself and told them how it was gonna be. Then I was terrified that I couldn’t pay my mortgage. And finally relieved and a little sad when I realized it was all a dream. I was so tired from all that that I was ready for bed again. So of course it doesn’t make matters any better that a) there’s no coffee made when I get to work and b) I get a ton of shit thrown at me as soon as I walk through the door. Maybe my dream IS destine to come true…