Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Dere's Snakes Out Dere Dis Beeeg?!
So, as some of you already know, I hate my job. I'm not just carping. If my job was a movie it would be "Sleeping With The Enemy" and I'd be Julia Roberts. My second day back from my trip to Paris the boss came out to chastise me for forgetting to take the mail with me at the end of the day. Now, if you send something by mail at work, it's not a big rush, if it was a big rush you'd courier it. Having said that, by the time I drop the mail in the box on my way home the last pick-up of the day is already gone, so if I notice that I forgot and run down at 9 am, it still gets there just as quick. So the boss reads me a passage from an email that the president of the company (Julia Robert's crazy husband) sent her, "The mail has been forgotten several times..... We don't pay Jennifer to remind her." Firstly, I've been here 4 months, so far before this time, I'd forgotten the mail once. So that's a couple at most, not several. Secondly, my first day back from vacation and while I did forget the mail, I did remember to take some late Fed Ex packages and go out of my way to drop them in a Fed Ex drop box that night, on the first day back from vacation. That was when I decided to quit my job.
I also decided to be smart about it and not quit as a knee jerk reaction, but to look around for jobs first and to stay until I had paid off my credit card and covered my rent for next month and a few little necessities like that.
So last night I had a dream that I was in the water for some reason, there were flamingos and swans, and all of a sudden there was a largish poisonous snake there. I grabbed the snake by the head and held its mouth shut. This goes on for a while the snake is thrashing around trying to get away so it can bite me, I start getting tired and it starts winning the battle. It gets its mouth open, it's even got it's teeth against my hands, I can see the grooves in the teeth where the poison goes into your skin and I'm about to loose the battle when my alarm goes off.
What do you guys think that's all about? Should I not have watched a show about shark attacks right before bed? Is it work? Is work the snake that's about to bite me? I have an exam coming up at school - but around exams I usually dream about rats. In fact, I can't say that I ever remember dreaming about snakes.
Anyway, if anyone knows of any good jobs that are available let me know, in the mean time, I think I'll be sleeping with some anti-venom next to the bed.