Another reason I got up was due to a dream. Of all things, I dreamt of my old boss. No love lost there, though he's in general a decent guy. It was never sexism, it was just, well, who he was and who I was after several years of working together, and some personal issues that made it impossible for me to devote my life to my job any longer. At any rate, I dreamt that we were working on the tax return and all the staff people weren't there and those of us who used to review the returns were preparing them. And someone I used to supervise was going to be the one reviewing the entire return (a return several inches thick). Not to mention the multitude of state returns that go along with the Federal. And the reason this person could review the return was because it was being prepared by people who don't make mistakes. So it felt rather unfair that she was now the supervisor. And he was running about schmoozing with higher ups and was never available for questions or interaction.
What I think I resented most was my hind brain complaining that this is NOT tax season and it's my writing time, not tax time. Tax time is coming soon enough.
It was all just a wee bit too close to home and what it used to be like in an office, including the political aspects. When I woke up from it, it wasn't that I wasn't sure if it were real. I knew it wasn't. It was more that I had no desire to remember any of it and if I went back to sleep, I might find that space again. No thank you.
Frog Out
