I’m a vivacious Jane. (Jane being used in the general sense of a young, attractive, somewhat adventurous girl) I work at a small technology company. I am unappreciated in my office, and I basically do nothing all day. Even when I suggest things I could do, they don’t take my suggestions. If you think about it. It’s hilarious. I get paid $500/week to go on Facebook and write in my blog.
So today started with a dream. A dream that a wolf was guiding me to a bureau where I was going to put on my uniform to prepare for battle. I opened the bottom drawer. I rifled through all the clothing but I couldn’t find this uniform. The wolf nudged her nose (It was a girl) at the middle drawer. There was the uniform, plain as day! It was all black. Then this orange cat was there, showing me all the different pieces of the uniform. Then this timid hispanic girl was there, asking me if I wanted help to put it on.
I thought this dream was telling me that I was doing the right thing by staying in this crappy, conformist terrible job. because putting on the uniform was significant of “joining the ranks.” But now I think it was telling me that I subconsciously feel that I should ditch the gig, and battle my way through the world!
So today, I came in 30 minutes late as usual. I checked my Farmville, wrote 3 blog entries, answered some personal e-mails, checked Facebook. My boss came in at 10. He is always bringing in baked goods that his wife makes. Her cookies are decent, but he brought in these disgusting oily muffins today. He was offering them around to everyone like an idiot. They tasted like cookie dough. Good for cookies, bad for muffins.
He sat down. I waited a few awkward moments and asked him what I should do. He said, “oh just let me respond to these e-mails!” I was just like “blah ok”.
2 hours later. He told me to post something to the company’s Facebook page. BUT someone had just posted something a WHOLE THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE. So he told me to wait a few hours.
Shoot me in the head.
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