Work nightmares

I know I can't be the only one who has these. I remember having them even back to the days when I was working at Valleyfair! (never, never spell out Valleyfair! without using the exclamation point -- one of the many life lessons I learned while working at the fine establishment....that and never stay out late consuming adult beverages when you have to work on a roller coaster the next morning...heat, loud noises and people getting sick don't mix well with that morning after feeling). Anyway, back in my Valleyfair! days, I was a ride operator. My roommates told me I often would recite the pre-ride spiel and make the movements of operating the ride in my sleep. Innocent enough. Likely incredibly annoying to them, but certainly nothing to get worked up over.

These days, my work nightmares (because thinking about work in your sleep is NOT a dream if you ask me) are much more disturbing. Often, these nightmares involve showing up late to court, missing a deadline, getting yelled at by a judge, etc. You know, the usual. But last night's nightmare takes the cake.

It started out great. I was at someone's house for a party and we were all having a great time. However, later in the evening a lady walks in and won't leave me alone. Asking me all kinds of questions about work-related stuff. I didn't recognize her at first, but it turned out it was a former co-worker of mine who was particularly rude, greedy and ignorant. She kept following me around and asking me about clients, money and bills. Then, out of nowhere, she turned into a lawyer I currently have a case against, who insists on making my life difficult. So a whole new set of questions....these all about discovery and conference calls and personal property. The evening continued with this person flipping between the two personas and attempting to interrupt every conversation I tried to have.

I realize this is probably a fairly boring story for many....but in an effort to keep it clean, I'll end it there. But I dare any of you to think about two less-than-desireable people you encounter regularly and have them stalk you around a party all while morphing into one another. Frighening. Pure, unadulterated fear.

It's been a few months since I've been a part of the party scene, but if anything remotely close to that is going on out there right now, I'm happy to stay away forever. And if I find out any of my friends are inviting either of these two people to parties, I'll be accepting applications for new friends very soon.

Keep your fingers crossed, folks.