01 Feb 2010

R: February is probably my least favorite month. It's short, it's cold and objectionable holidays fall in it. I've actually never understood why it's so short - why couldn't those Gregorian monks lop a day off a couple of the longer months? Then at leas there'd be a round thirty days of February, with thirty-one each leap year.

It's nonsense, I tell you!

Or maybe I'm just cranky. The above pictured clock is the one from my office. The photo was not taken this morning. I had a last minute proposal thrust on my desk last week, and of course, I didn't get it done until very nearly the eleventh hour. So there I am, sitting at my desk trying to concentrate on finding typos while listening to the ominous sounds of the neighborhood and wondering if I'll get mugged on the way home. I really shouldn't listen to all the hype about the dangerousness of Queensbridge - particularly since I work there - but I start wondering about that guy I repeatedly refused to give money to and whether or not he's still mad about that...

C: In my dream last night, I came into the office, first as usual. I somehow failed to notice the vacant lobby and front desk and walked straight to my room: it was entirely empty except for the clean wall shadows and carpet imprints where furniture was the Friday before. In a panic, I opened other doors, only to find them equally bare. After what seemed like an eternity, my supervisor rushed in, headed straight to her office saying, "Oh, I forgot just one thing." She paused, looked at me in confusion and asked if I'd gotten her e-mail over the weekend. "Oh, we're done," she explained plainly, and disappeared again.

I woke up briefly thinking I should check my e-mail, but quickly fell asleep again, feeling somewhat relieved. Anxiety washed over me with the news (I have so much to do!), but at the same time, I could only be happy because that also meant three months severance pay and freedom to get ready for this Fall.

Fortunately, I came in this morning to find everything in its right place. I suspect my greatest frustration during the experience was wondering what they did with my personal items, like the painting, shown above...