I start
a new job on Monday. After almost six months off, this is a daunting prospect,
especially as I’m not going back to the cosy work family I was part of for ten
years.
Last
night, I had two nightmares. In the first, I turned up to start my new job. My
mentor was a gruff woman who shouted at me when I didn’t understand what she
was saying. All these people came into the office kitchen and ate cake, but
didn’t do any work. I waited for someone to show me to my desk, tell me what I
was doing, start training me. No one did. A few girls made bitchy comments
about me and laughed behind my back. Everyone else ignored me. I left without
finishing my first day.
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| I've got a job infiltrating the Triads |
In the
second dream, I was back in Thailand, except I had my car with me. I was driving
down a narrow tunnel /one way street, when my car just stopped and wouldn’t
start again. I sat in the car for ages, trying to get it started, before
phoning TC and telling him I was stuck and my car wouldn’t start and how was I
going to get to my new job on Monday? (never mind the logistics of getting a
car back from Thailand by Monday!)
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| 'The Vanishing' 1988 |
I love
how illogical dreams are while at the same time making perfect sense. If there’s
cake in my new work place, I’ll be happy.
