and I'll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way
It's just been one of those days.
The dream started very normally in an office building that looked vaguely familiar. It wasn't the one that I work in, but somehow similar to another one that is next door. The lobby had red-wood panels on the walls. I remember going for the coffee dispenser, so now more and more I think it was an odd mix of the 450 building lobby and cafeteria.
Somehow the scene changed to my living room. I was sitting on the couch with the patio window behind it, and my dad was beside me. My brother was showing me his crocheted kimono in dark blue. Some of the stitches were crooked, but it looked amazingly like a kimono nonetheless. My dad pipes up with his own work, another kimono but this time white with green 's' patterns. His stitches were perfectly straight.
I looked outside and instead of my dried up and mostly dead back yard, it was a lush asian cliffside garden. There was a rim of thigh-high boulders lining the edge, and a bonsai tree (I think? It looked like the tiny potted trees, but normal sized). My mom was standing near the edge and the wind was blowing gently.
Before I can wrap my mind around the fact that my backyard has NEVER looked that good and I haven't seen my mom there in years, the wind picked up and then a helicopter burst into view. Black suited men (looked like the Turks, all with sunglasses) came out and took my mom away. I ran out after them, filled with this strange all consuming and irrational anger. Some lady who resembled a character from Sailor Moon S grabbed me and stopped me. I yelled at her but she said that if I go now, we'll all be killed, but if I wait then there's a chance we can trade someone for my mom.
I don't know why I listened to her, even though I remember even now that at that moment, I was so close to going up to those men in suits and sock them a good one, guns or no guns, death or no death. I don't often feel that strongly about anything, it's strange.
I was rudely woken up by my alarm, which said 6am. '6?' I thought groggily at the time, because usually I'm lucky if I can drag my ass out of bed by 7:20. Then I remembered, today I was going in a bit early to work on the budget.
Work itself wasn't too horrible until near the end. I had an extremely early lunch with my boss, and we proceeded to depress each other. At 3pm there was a good-bye party for a fellow co-worker in a different group who was retiring. There was cake, drinks and fruit. My boss told the news of her departure to another two managers.
Afterward, we managed to talk to the admin assistant who was organizing the good-bye party of our SVP (not the new ones, the one that's been with the company nearly 20 years). She had a great idea and we decided that our group should pitch in too. So that'll be settled tomorrow, hopefully.
Then after everyone went home and Boss and I were still there, crunching numbers, working, I had a mini-breakdown of sorts. Maybe it's finally catching up to me that she really is leaving, and the one person that I trusted to support me and not be two-faced is going to be gone. And in her place? No one knows. It occurred to me today that I've probably cried more in front of my boss than with all my friends. Compared to normal, it's pretty backwards, huh?
I guess it's because with my friends, I feel that we're on the same level. If not with respect to preferences, lifestyles, experiences, then at least in the general year range. I try my best to present the best side of myself, to be a fun person to talk to and be with, and not trouble people too much with my issues. I'm sure everyone has their own too. With my boss, we almost have a sibling/parent-child relationship. She is obviously older, more experienced. She can guide me and help me, and I provide what I can for her, if I don't have experience then at least I make it up in effort. Since I am an older sister, I know how much effort I have to put into it. My boss just happens to be one of the very few people that have taken care of me like I'm family, outside of my family. Consequently, I'm more open with her on an emotional level.
...this is too much self-understanding for a Thursday night.@_@
Anyway. Tomorrow is Friday, and boss invited me to the after-work gathering for the lady who's retiring. They're going out for drinks. Since I've never gone out for drinks, I told her I'd consider it. Of course on the way back, I remember tomorrow's Coffee night too, so I'll have to think about that. Am currently leaning towards drinks though, since I've never tried it before (drinks as well as going out after work, socially, etc). I will remember this time to not drink before I eat though, since last time the strawberry daiquiri knocked me on my ass.
Keep in mind this is over the last 6 years and I have no idea if I'm spelling everything right.
no more than 10 tequilas (5% tequila, 95% tequila mix and ice)
some ice wine
one shot of vodka
one shot of rum
2 bottles of blue hypnotic, tops. Usually taken in the same proportions as the tequilas.
two Smirnoffs that one time
some raspberry wine (I still have some left, so not even the whole bottle)
some kosher grape wine (is that an oxymoron?)
one strawberry daiquiri
sips of my bro's beers, because I really want to know what can inspire people to drink that stuff
various arbor mists mixed with tons of soda
The list is not very impressive. I figure some people can do this in one or two sittings. Thankfully, not me.
Okay...off to shower and then bed. I think today deserves an early retirement.
Oh, and thanks to the people who responded about the 'asshat' definition! ^_^
Majo
The dream started very normally in an office building that looked vaguely familiar. It wasn't the one that I work in, but somehow similar to another one that is next door. The lobby had red-wood panels on the walls. I remember going for the coffee dispenser, so now more and more I think it was an odd mix of the 450 building lobby and cafeteria.
Somehow the scene changed to my living room. I was sitting on the couch with the patio window behind it, and my dad was beside me. My brother was showing me his crocheted kimono in dark blue. Some of the stitches were crooked, but it looked amazingly like a kimono nonetheless. My dad pipes up with his own work, another kimono but this time white with green 's' patterns. His stitches were perfectly straight.
I looked outside and instead of my dried up and mostly dead back yard, it was a lush asian cliffside garden. There was a rim of thigh-high boulders lining the edge, and a bonsai tree (I think? It looked like the tiny potted trees, but normal sized). My mom was standing near the edge and the wind was blowing gently.
Before I can wrap my mind around the fact that my backyard has NEVER looked that good and I haven't seen my mom there in years, the wind picked up and then a helicopter burst into view. Black suited men (looked like the Turks, all with sunglasses) came out and took my mom away. I ran out after them, filled with this strange all consuming and irrational anger. Some lady who resembled a character from Sailor Moon S grabbed me and stopped me. I yelled at her but she said that if I go now, we'll all be killed, but if I wait then there's a chance we can trade someone for my mom.
I don't know why I listened to her, even though I remember even now that at that moment, I was so close to going up to those men in suits and sock them a good one, guns or no guns, death or no death. I don't often feel that strongly about anything, it's strange.
I was rudely woken up by my alarm, which said 6am. '6?' I thought groggily at the time, because usually I'm lucky if I can drag my ass out of bed by 7:20. Then I remembered, today I was going in a bit early to work on the budget.
Work itself wasn't too horrible until near the end. I had an extremely early lunch with my boss, and we proceeded to depress each other. At 3pm there was a good-bye party for a fellow co-worker in a different group who was retiring. There was cake, drinks and fruit. My boss told the news of her departure to another two managers.
Afterward, we managed to talk to the admin assistant who was organizing the good-bye party of our SVP (not the new ones, the one that's been with the company nearly 20 years). She had a great idea and we decided that our group should pitch in too. So that'll be settled tomorrow, hopefully.
Then after everyone went home and Boss and I were still there, crunching numbers, working, I had a mini-breakdown of sorts. Maybe it's finally catching up to me that she really is leaving, and the one person that I trusted to support me and not be two-faced is going to be gone. And in her place? No one knows. It occurred to me today that I've probably cried more in front of my boss than with all my friends. Compared to normal, it's pretty backwards, huh?
I guess it's because with my friends, I feel that we're on the same level. If not with respect to preferences, lifestyles, experiences, then at least in the general year range. I try my best to present the best side of myself, to be a fun person to talk to and be with, and not trouble people too much with my issues. I'm sure everyone has their own too. With my boss, we almost have a sibling/parent-child relationship. She is obviously older, more experienced. She can guide me and help me, and I provide what I can for her, if I don't have experience then at least I make it up in effort. Since I am an older sister, I know how much effort I have to put into it. My boss just happens to be one of the very few people that have taken care of me like I'm family, outside of my family. Consequently, I'm more open with her on an emotional level.
...this is too much self-understanding for a Thursday night.@_@
Anyway. Tomorrow is Friday, and boss invited me to the after-work gathering for the lady who's retiring. They're going out for drinks. Since I've never gone out for drinks, I told her I'd consider it. Of course on the way back, I remember tomorrow's Coffee night too, so I'll have to think about that. Am currently leaning towards drinks though, since I've never tried it before (drinks as well as going out after work, socially, etc). I will remember this time to not drink before I eat though, since last time the strawberry daiquiri knocked me on my ass.
Keep in mind this is over the last 6 years and I have no idea if I'm spelling everything right.
no more than 10 tequilas (5% tequila, 95% tequila mix and ice)
some ice wine
one shot of vodka
one shot of rum
2 bottles of blue hypnotic, tops. Usually taken in the same proportions as the tequilas.
two Smirnoffs that one time
some raspberry wine (I still have some left, so not even the whole bottle)
some kosher grape wine (is that an oxymoron?)
one strawberry daiquiri
sips of my bro's beers, because I really want to know what can inspire people to drink that stuff
various arbor mists mixed with tons of soda
The list is not very impressive. I figure some people can do this in one or two sittings. Thankfully, not me.
Okay...off to shower and then bed. I think today deserves an early retirement.
Oh, and thanks to the people who responded about the 'asshat' definition! ^_^
Majo