I had a dream last night that I was working in an office and a client had sent me an email that I had no idea how to answer. I couldn’t ask my coworkers for help, however, because they were too busy worrying about the terrifying zombie cat that was trying to break into the office.
(That happens sometimes, right? It’s been awhile since I worked in an office.)
I helped them fight off Zombie Cat (at least in the sense that I helped them close and barricade the door), but it still managed to shove open the door and squeeze into the office. We ran for it and ended up in my parents’ bedroom in my childhood home, where we once again locked and barricaded the door. THE CAT MANAGED TO GET INSIDE HOWEVER, AND THEN….
I woke up.
My first thought upon waking up was, “Oh, thank goodness, it was just a dream! Now I don’t have to figure out how to answer that email.”
Which pretty well sums up my feelings on dealing with people vs. doing literally anything else, even if it involves zombie cats.
/drive-by post before work