Dreams
Two nights ago I dreamed that my now-ex-boyfriend worked in a fast-food restaurant. He was slow, incompetent and rude to all the customers. Including me. I was there with my friend. I made excuses for his behavior, even while it puzzled and annoyed me.
Last night I dreamed that my boss was making reservations an awesome insurance conference for the senior technicians in our office. The conference seminars were various indie film screenings and small concerts, plus strippers and some secret special beach thing for gay guys. For some reason, my boss wanted our guys to try to convince several clients to go to the gay thing. I think they wanted to discern which clients were gay. But, in a giggly show of male bonding, all the men were eager to sign up, even the most obviously hetero ones. All this was divulged as our department toured the conference venue and saw how awesome and full of hipsters it was.
I asked my boss if I could attend the conference, too. It was right up my alley – I’d represent our group so well. He considered and then very slowly explained to me that, since I don’t really make our department any money, I could only go if I paid for my ticket myself and didn’t say that I was with the rest of them.
After that, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go so much.
