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Away for 6 days and only 144 emails with which to contend. Clearly,… - Portrait of a Young Man as The Artist — LiveJournal
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Away for 6 days and only 144 emails with which to contend. Clearly, I'm not as important as I had thought. :)
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More bad dreams last night, mostly anxiety realated peppered with a few symbols about this weekends issues. I find sleeplessness/bad dreams occur more frequently when sleeping alone. Hopefully Fox gets this potential job with UW... because I'm horribly selfish.
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You know what sucks? Forgetting to turn on the Out Of Office Assistant in Outlook... no one got the "I'm out of the office" message I set up all last week.
Fucking idiot.
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My arms are sore today; I cannot scratch my back or raise them easily above above my head.
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On a funny note, I've been on my team for just over a month and I've written 30 QA notes more (91 vs 61) than the next highest person in the last two months for all three teams combined (technically I'm part of a three product group). Nice to get some happy news today.

Current Mood: sad not good

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abmann From: abmann Date: September 12th, 2005 02:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
It makes me feel incredibly stupid to overlook something so small and so important.
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Anxiety dreams were relted to coming into work and finding I'd forgotten to do something really important... more than the OOO message... and getting fired. It was a weird dream...

So, it starts off with me going back to my high school where I'd been sent as a respresentative for both Beloit College as well as Epic. At first I wandered about the halls in my gym shirt and a pair of boxers I bought at the behest of aetrix9. THere former a symbol for my weight loss and improved physique and the latter a symbol for my new-found sexuality. After much wander.. strutting maybe, I become self conscious and searched the halls for my old locker, in which I'd stashed a change of clothes.

When I finally found it, it was locked with an old combination ock - the same one I still have and have had since junior high. I forgot the combination adn kicked the lock open instead. The only thing in the locker was a pair of shorts that I used to wear in high school, size 44, and a powder blue T-Shirt that said The One on it. The shirt also had some weird design that I can't remember clearly. I put all this stuff on and went to the principles office.

Once there I noted the meeting hd already started and that the only chairs in use where this hindeous chairs from This Island Earth but people were chained to them. Those chained were being berated. I met with the principal, who was actually a combination of my dentist and my 4th grade teacher. She yelled at me for being late adn said the meeting had already started. I was fired, told that I was clearly a poor choice and they'd go with someone else. I don't remember who. But the moment I was fired the room disaapeared and all that was left wasw me in my gym clothes and boxers sitting in darkness.
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Vacation does not equal fixing up a house. :P
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