You don't want to know; I don't want to know
Not too sure what the dream was about last night; the one part that stuck with me was that I looked in the mirror and I had a hole in my head where my right eye should have been. There was some complicated procedure I had to perform to get some sort of cybernetic eye into its place; ultimately, it involved a magnetic plate the size of the palm of my hand that I had to mate to some sort of interface inside my eye socket.
I wasn't with it enough to realize that the geometry didn't make sense.
Into the office this morning, getting rolling on the tasks on my plate, only for my train of thought to be interrupted by another rage-fueled explosion on the part of one of the Partners. This one was bad enough that not only was it thoroughly audible through my closed door and my headphones, it rendered me nearly non compos mentis; after an hour out on the streets of Athens, and a return to a thankfully quieter office, I was still too shell-shocked to do anything productive for almost two hours beyond that. I finally managed to grind back into gear, only to hear from one of my colleagues that he had been mentally derailed by the tantrum as well, and that I was right in my complaints.
My head hurts.
And so does my right eye.
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I wasn't with it enough to realize that the geometry didn't make sense.
Into the office this morning, getting rolling on the tasks on my plate, only for my train of thought to be interrupted by another rage-fueled explosion on the part of one of the Partners. This one was bad enough that not only was it thoroughly audible through my closed door and my headphones, it rendered me nearly non compos mentis; after an hour out on the streets of Athens, and a return to a thankfully quieter office, I was still too shell-shocked to do anything productive for almost two hours beyond that. I finally managed to grind back into gear, only to hear from one of my colleagues that he had been mentally derailed by the tantrum as well, and that I was right in my complaints.
My head hurts.
And so does my right eye.
This entry is cross-posted from http://bktheirregular.dreamwidth.org/583892.html. Feel free to comment here, or on Dreamwidth using OpenID (
comments).