what is this I don't even
I had a weird freakin' dream last night where I was working at the library on a particularly busy day. Some child started giving me a nasty attitude about how it was taking me a while to find something, and I got angrier and angrier until I had to excuse myself and storm off. Asked by coworkers what was wrong when I was leaving, I muttered something about the kid being a bitch.
Well the shit kind of hit the fan then, as she heard and so her parents heard and my supervisors were super disappointed, in an "all we do for you and this is how you repay us?" kind of way (which is a weird thing to dream about because just last night they were praising me for my flexibility and helpfulness about going where I was needed, which was circulation [which apparently the director hadn't wanted to make me do since it's been a long and circuitous road to librarianship for me, but hey, I know circ and the ref desk was slow with me as an extra person on while circ was busy and two people short, so why not go where I'm needed?] at a different library from the one I'd been originally scheduled to do reference at [as that one closed due to the snow]).
ANYWAY. I was so crushed with disappointment and shame that after I assisted two very elderly patrons in the most considerate way I've ever given customer service I decided to walk home. In the snow (though it was only a few inches as opposed to a few feet, like we got) along the interstate (which is nowhere near the library, especially not the section I dreamed about).
Along the way I stumbled into some sort of pageant along the median about the history of Christianity. The players were largely believers, but for some reason they drafted me to be Henry VIII. So we slogged along, portraying the faith's difficult times while singing "Эй, ухнем!". They steadily climbed a hill to be closer to God, and I move past them out of line to an enormous mound of mud, which collapsed under me as I reached its summit.
The next day I found out the event has ended up on Metafail (my dreamworld's equivalent of Failblog; it's shown up before), except it has me tripping up the whole line of people, which I don't remember doing at all. I contacted some friends to "wtf" about it, and that's when I woke up.
I hope Sol Invictus treated you all well (heh), and that you all have a happy and healthy New Year. ♥
Well the shit kind of hit the fan then, as she heard and so her parents heard and my supervisors were super disappointed, in an "all we do for you and this is how you repay us?" kind of way (which is a weird thing to dream about because just last night they were praising me for my flexibility and helpfulness about going where I was needed, which was circulation [which apparently the director hadn't wanted to make me do since it's been a long and circuitous road to librarianship for me, but hey, I know circ and the ref desk was slow with me as an extra person on while circ was busy and two people short, so why not go where I'm needed?] at a different library from the one I'd been originally scheduled to do reference at [as that one closed due to the snow]).
ANYWAY. I was so crushed with disappointment and shame that after I assisted two very elderly patrons in the most considerate way I've ever given customer service I decided to walk home. In the snow (though it was only a few inches as opposed to a few feet, like we got) along the interstate (which is nowhere near the library, especially not the section I dreamed about).
Along the way I stumbled into some sort of pageant along the median about the history of Christianity. The players were largely believers, but for some reason they drafted me to be Henry VIII. So we slogged along, portraying the faith's difficult times while singing "Эй, ухнем!". They steadily climbed a hill to be closer to God, and I move past them out of line to an enormous mound of mud, which collapsed under me as I reached its summit.
The next day I found out the event has ended up on Metafail (my dreamworld's equivalent of Failblog; it's shown up before), except it has me tripping up the whole line of people, which I don't remember doing at all. I contacted some friends to "wtf" about it, and that's when I woke up.
I hope Sol Invictus treated you all well (heh), and that you all have a happy and healthy New Year. ♥