So, work has been pretty killer of late: distressed customers, things going wrong (or sometimes just not perfectly), days 'off' that turn into days 'on.' Yesterday I got to leave work early (one of those days 'off'), and got to go to the mall for emergency supplies... one of my least favorite places.
I get home at 8, and try to unwind a bit. At 2am this morning, as I am (still) lying awake, I flash on an email I had sent. (Backstory: one of the upset customers this week had gotten hold of a colleague's personal cell number, and we had met earlier in the day and were wondering where hu had gotten it from. And, I had exclaimed: certainly NOT this office! We would NEVER do that!) So, anyway, this email flashes into my mind, and I realize that *I* was the leak. I feel horrible, as I realize that I can clearly remember typing a 7 digit contact number for this customer to reach the colleague (instead of just an extension).
So, I spend the night tossing and turning and trying to figure out the best way to mitigate the damage, and make it up to the colleague. And I wake up this morning with it still on my mind. (Two nights ago, I had actually dreamt about the situation, and we were all stuck in an endless meeting where we tried six ways to Sunday to explain to the client why things could just not happen the way *hu* wanted....) So this is two nights' sleep lost to this client. Not that I am counting. Because I am not like that. So... I _just_ now logged on to email to look at the offending email and compose an apology to the colleague.....
Folks, here's the punchline: I did *not* leak the phone number.
By this morning, I was absolutely sure that I had. I am going nuts. I really wish I had gotten up at 2am to check, but I was so. sure. that I figured booting up the computer wasn't worth it, since I knew I wouldn't be able to try to 'fix' the error until today. Gack!
Today, I am really 'off.' This is good.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Subconcious schlock
So I guess I've been dreaming a lot lately. I don't remember any of the dreams to tell you. But, I've woken up two days this week with something running through my head.
Exhibit A:
Which I (of course) had to sing pedaling to work that day, and hum under my breath for the next 36 hours.
Exhibit B:
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
And this? This is inextricably tied in my head to Ponyboy, and the young Matt Dillon and Emilio Estevez, and all the budding ESL students I ever taught "The Outsiders".... What a crowd to wake up to! Sheesh.
Conclusion?
My word, is my head really that full of schlock?
Exhibit A:
Which I (of course) had to sing pedaling to work that day, and hum under my breath for the next 36 hours.
Exhibit B:
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
And this? This is inextricably tied in my head to Ponyboy, and the young Matt Dillon and Emilio Estevez, and all the budding ESL students I ever taught "The Outsiders".... What a crowd to wake up to! Sheesh.
Conclusion?
My word, is my head really that full of schlock?
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Say something.
oh. /waves/ Hi. I've hit the deep winter phase of my hibernation, I guess. Although I *am* indeed noticing and pleased about the extra minute.some of sunlight each day.
(Yay.)
Let's see.... man, where are the bullets?
- needless snafus costing time and money during holiday trip? Check.
- utterly confused body clock, requesting more sleep please? Check.
- squicky icky winter cold, run out of Kleenex, nose rubbed raw? Ub,Cheg.
- icky picky work project-to-make-one-ready-to-spork-out-own-eyeballs? Check.
- stress dream about election fraud? Check.
Seriously. I think I had a dream about election fraud. Or you tell me. Maybe it was about sex. Hard to say.
The premise (but not the majority of the action) in the dream was that the government had decided that 10 states were no longer worth keeping. So, they were going to be burned up. Completely. Like, on a map there would just be a hole. And the earth would fall away of you crossed the wrong state line. But, my mom and I found out ahead of time. (They weren't going to tell anyone ahead of time to avoid the riots and mass exodus...) Anyway, most of the dream consisted of unpacking gewgaws and tchotchkes we don't have from a kitchen storage wall we also don't have, and trying to decide what should be brought along even though in this dream we had apparently also ceded the entire back seat of the hatchback (we don't have!) to a couple of friends, and maybe their baby? dog? stuff? we were going to help escape.
Friends, *everything* was tchotchkes. And every tchotchke had a story, of personal significance or historical/cultural worth. And so we, LP and I (where did my mother go?) and occasionally a neighbor, or really polite looter-- there were 3 or 4, passing through the kitchen had to consider the importance of bringing or leaving behind each item. Was it too big? too heavy? could it be used for something practical as well? was worth bringing anyway? What other items would it prevent us from bringing? And where oh where were the ziploc bags?
I can't even begin to unpack most of this dream. But, I am pretty sure that the background situation in it relates to the primaries going on RIGHT NOW! And, the fact that we still have not figured out the electronic voting/reliable system thing yet, and hey, elections are only NINE MONTHS AWAY! Are you concerned? I am.
If you are, and if you don't get email from MoveOn, go to Moveon.org to sign the current petition to light a fire under your representatives, so that maybe, maybe, we can trust the voting outcome this time around.
(Yay.)
Let's see.... man, where are the bullets?
- needless snafus costing time and money during holiday trip? Check.
- utterly confused body clock, requesting more sleep please? Check.
- squicky icky winter cold, run out of Kleenex, nose rubbed raw? Ub,Cheg.
- icky picky work project-to-make-one-ready-to-spork-out-own-eyeballs? Check.
- stress dream about election fraud? Check.
Seriously. I think I had a dream about election fraud. Or you tell me. Maybe it was about sex. Hard to say.
The premise (but not the majority of the action) in the dream was that the government had decided that 10 states were no longer worth keeping. So, they were going to be burned up. Completely. Like, on a map there would just be a hole. And the earth would fall away of you crossed the wrong state line. But, my mom and I found out ahead of time. (They weren't going to tell anyone ahead of time to avoid the riots and mass exodus...) Anyway, most of the dream consisted of unpacking gewgaws and tchotchkes we don't have from a kitchen storage wall we also don't have, and trying to decide what should be brought along even though in this dream we had apparently also ceded the entire back seat of the hatchback (we don't have!) to a couple of friends, and maybe their baby? dog? stuff? we were going to help escape.
Friends, *everything* was tchotchkes. And every tchotchke had a story, of personal significance or historical/cultural worth. And so we, LP and I (where did my mother go?) and occasionally a neighbor, or really polite looter-- there were 3 or 4, passing through the kitchen had to consider the importance of bringing or leaving behind each item. Was it too big? too heavy? could it be used for something practical as well? was worth bringing anyway? What other items would it prevent us from bringing? And where oh where were the ziploc bags?
I can't even begin to unpack most of this dream. But, I am pretty sure that the background situation in it relates to the primaries going on RIGHT NOW! And, the fact that we still have not figured out the electronic voting/reliable system thing yet, and hey, elections are only NINE MONTHS AWAY! Are you concerned? I am.
If you are, and if you don't get email from MoveOn, go to Moveon.org to sign the current petition to light a fire under your representatives, so that maybe, maybe, we can trust the voting outcome this time around.
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