September 06, 2005

You waste my precious seven hours with this?

I have weird dreams as a matter of course, but last night's dream really snatched the proverbial pastry. I was having an affair which took place entirely over the course of several inappropriately long breaks from work. I was sure I was going to get fired for fooling around when I was supposed to be working, but it really wasn't all my fault. It started because I was on the train in the morning trying to fix the laptop I'm considering buying, and I was so distracted by the effort that I missed my stop and got off in an unfamiliar neighborhood, winding up in a house where I had absolutely no business being, and the resulting social encounter made me several hours late for work. For the rest of the inappropriate breaks I didn't even have that flimsy excuse, but somehow no one seemed to quite catch on that I was leaving my desk to go make photocopies and coming back two hours later looking sweaty and disheveled. Nor did anyone notice my look of panicked guilt each time I came back to work, brought on by the fact that I knew quite well I shouldn't have snuck off but I still couldn't seem to not do it.

Perhaps I'm feeling guilty about writing marathon blog entries while at work. Then again, perhaps I'm merely going insane.

Posted by dianna at September 6, 2005 03:57 PM

My dreams are never so coherent, more vague impressions. Last night I dreamt I was frantically riding the subway around, switching tracks, getting lost, etc. I woke up in a cold sweat when I realized I had missed the last train from Grand Central to Poughkeepsie. Then I said to myself, "Wait. Why the hell do I want to go to Poughkeepsie?" and fell back to sleep.

Posted by: Zach S. at September 7, 2005 05:14 PM