flexagon | If that was morning, I fear the rest of the day

Urp... I had this long dream about work. I dreamed that someone at a rival company had offered me something like $40,000 to give him a copy of the final report/results from a project I was working on. He was a smooth talker and I said okay. Following that, my project seemed to consist mostly of sifting through all kinds of arcane mystical knowledge, nothing military at all... so when the guy called me again wanting to know what I was learning about humvees, I had to tell him I had no info (reality check: we do neither mysticism nor humvees). So he was unhappy. And then I found out that the company's new security man, who had the same name as our real-life condo inspector, had found out about my duplicity, and the company was going to make an example of me by firing me right before my vesting date! Yyyyyikes. I tried to get out of the whole thing by making another call to the guy and trying to back out of the deal, hoping the call would be tapped and I wouldn't be punished if I hadn't actually gone through with it.

The bad thing is that I woke up slowly and for a long time I thought only the part about my being caught had been a dream, and that I really WAS in danger of being in big trouble. Yup, I'm feeling guilty about the job search idea, all right.

And then I had to go and get Pap smeared... aaaah! I do not have cervical cancer! Take the popsicle stick away! Plus they had to try 3 times to get my blood for a cholesterol test. Oh yes, I'm off to a fine start. TGIF.