Has It Really Come To This??!!
Oct. 30th, 2004 09:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanAARRGGHH!!
10 minutes ago, I woke up. I had been dreaming. Not unusual, you might say... except that I rarely remember my dreams any more. This one I do remember & it has disturbing over, under & straight-through tones.
I dreamt about work. In particular I dreamt about a particular job I've been coaxing through from initial client consultation, site inspection, system design, budget reassessment & sundry changes, construction & electrical company liaison meetings, more site inspection system design & budget reassessment, more meetings with anyone who has a vague opinion on the project &, hopefully next week, the installation, testing & completion of the project. It's taken about 2 months to get to this point & has been my main focus at work for the last fortnight. It has also been the reason I haven't been getting paid as much as I normally do, as lots of other little bread&butter sales that keep my commission levels up, have had to be either postponed or passed on to other people due to the amount of time & work required for this one.
And now I'm dreaming about it. Oh marvellous.
You'd think that, given last night was the first sleep I'd had since Wednesday night, my brain would find nicer things for me to dream about - if only in gratitude for being allowed to shut down for the first time in 40 hours... but no. I'm not able to dream of a good Joshua gig on Thursday night, or the good fun & company that followed it into the daylight hours of Friday. Nor even a nice Bunuel-style surreal reinterpretation of everyday people & events past, present & future. No, this was a straight-down-the-line factual dream about work. Nobody was doing anything weird & nothing was going strangely wrong (no more than usual, anyway). As the dream fades now, all I'm left with is the impression that I was stressed about the whole thing.
But I already know that... I currently spend 9-10 hours a day getting stressed about it. And now I stress in my sleep!!
No wonder I didn't go to bed on Thursday night... my mind hates me...
10 minutes ago, I woke up. I had been dreaming. Not unusual, you might say... except that I rarely remember my dreams any more. This one I do remember & it has disturbing over, under & straight-through tones.
I dreamt about work. In particular I dreamt about a particular job I've been coaxing through from initial client consultation, site inspection, system design, budget reassessment & sundry changes, construction & electrical company liaison meetings, more site inspection system design & budget reassessment, more meetings with anyone who has a vague opinion on the project &, hopefully next week, the installation, testing & completion of the project. It's taken about 2 months to get to this point & has been my main focus at work for the last fortnight. It has also been the reason I haven't been getting paid as much as I normally do, as lots of other little bread&butter sales that keep my commission levels up, have had to be either postponed or passed on to other people due to the amount of time & work required for this one.
And now I'm dreaming about it. Oh marvellous.
You'd think that, given last night was the first sleep I'd had since Wednesday night, my brain would find nicer things for me to dream about - if only in gratitude for being allowed to shut down for the first time in 40 hours... but no. I'm not able to dream of a good Joshua gig on Thursday night, or the good fun & company that followed it into the daylight hours of Friday. Nor even a nice Bunuel-style surreal reinterpretation of everyday people & events past, present & future. No, this was a straight-down-the-line factual dream about work. Nobody was doing anything weird & nothing was going strangely wrong (no more than usual, anyway). As the dream fades now, all I'm left with is the impression that I was stressed about the whole thing.
But I already know that... I currently spend 9-10 hours a day getting stressed about it. And now I stress in my sleep!!
No wonder I didn't go to bed on Thursday night... my mind hates me...
