Sep 05, 2006 17:53
In my previous job, I got to a point where I cared so little that I was late most every day. This job is different - six months in and never late. I am completely paranoid about it, though. Which probably explains why I had two dreams last night about being late. One involved Tiger Woods, who was sitting in the cubicle in front of me - that's the work cubicle, not the toilet cubicle - while I was hassling him to get to we made our 6pm tee-off on time.
Yeah, anyway, that's the first time I've posted about a dream, and you can be assured the last.