Monday Reflections: There is no road map for this

My job is at a location dealing with things of a sensitive nature (which is why I don’t discuss it) and while I work at the front desk in part as an Admin Assistant, my role has changed and morphed into having a larger bulk of my day fall into Social Media and Compliance.  My work station is still at the front desk and while my job duties have essentially changed from that of a really busy Admin Assistant, I still have those duties in addition to the other things, but generally, those duties are split between two – three people.  Last week it became two people, my immediate supervisor and me.

My cohort at the desk became “no longer employed with” the company, but not before attempting to toss me, and pretty much everyone else, under the bus.  Thankfully, the drama didn’t last and my other coworkers said many a wonderful thing to me last week in the days following the exit of the “no longer employed” employee.  But my already loaded schedule gained new duties and needed a complete reshuffling to fit everything in.  And I know I won’t fit everything in, so I just keep on keeping on.

I woke up numerous times in the wee hours of this morning, and that could have been from drinking wine later into the evening, but when I did wake, I had been dreaming about work.  My dream, one continuous dream that picked back up as soon as I fell asleep again, involved parades, towns I knew that had suddenly become foreign and the need to find maps.  Mr. Muse even made appearances a few times, but he couldn’t help me.  As my dream progressed, the amount of time which I would arrive late to work increased and every street I turned down to get to my car so I could get to work had a parade section walking down it.  Horses and rides, horses and carriages, “Carnie Folk” and food stands.  Everything associated with festivals blocked my way, even a food stand where they were cooking alligator (I can blame Mr. Muse for the appearance of that since he told me he had a Gator Po’Boy when down in Dallas last week) and I had to wait for them to unload the fresh gators for cooking.

Surprisingly, clowns were missing from this endless dream.  Maybe not surprisingly – I’m not exactly fond of clowns.  But I digress.

Multiple times in the dream I needed to find a map to look at, be it a large map of the city on the walls of the City Hall, to a GPS on my phone to a hand held, and even a folding map in my hands when at the end of the dream I noticed a Succulent Garden on the opposite side of town and made a mental note that I need to visit.  I was constantly looking at a map.

And I was getting nowhere fast.

And then I woke up.  I can only surmise that my dream is the result of stress and thankfully that always passes eventually.  I never did get to work in my dream, but I will make it to the office today; and I’ll keep on keeping on.  (And I’ll wait to see if I have a dream about visiting that Succulent Garden that I noticed on the folding map.)

Are you a dreamer?

Do you remember your dreams?

Do you think your dreams are normal or weird?

About The Amusing Muse

Deep thinker whose mind operates at warped speed. Philosopher pondering the big (and little) things in life. Storyteller. Office Ninja. Model. Teller of bad jokes. User of big words.
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2 Responses to Monday Reflections: There is no road map for this

  1. Molly says:

    My funniest work-related stress dream was that my boss told me my pay was being docked because my cubicle was too messy. When I protested, he clarified (soothingly) that I’d ONLY be losing a month’s worth of pay! The next day I got in to work all ready to clean up my desk…then thought…eh, it’s neat enough.

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