Condescending dreams
I had a weird dream last night that I was at a social gathering of some kind and some weird bitchy rich guy's wife was talking down to me. She had one of those "grand-old-dame" Southern accents and was telling me that she didn't believe I was smart enough to be working with our state's Department of Transportation.
I corrected her and told her I didn't work with the DOT; I worked as an assistant for a consultant company that sometimes gets hired by the DOT. There's a difference. I went on to tell her that my job wasn't something you can do if you're stupid, and in the dream I'd just completed some massive organization project which involved creating a searchable Excel database. I started telling her about it, explaining how I'd made a huge list of these projects, but then she interrupted me.
"Well I just don't see the USE of such a thing," she interjected, and I interrupted her right back and yelled, "If you'd let me finish my sentence instead of telling me everything I do is useless, maybe you'd get a clearer picture."
She did her movie-character chest clutching and "WELL, I never!"
I finished my explanation and everyone else there was impressed with it but uncomfortable with my attitude, and then the bitchy wife started to suggest that I go get some wine for her to refill her glass. She then made a big show of changing her mind and choosing a different person to get her wine because someone of my social status would not have the first idea of what sort of wine to get.
I wonder what the hell her problem was?
::Makes a face at imaginary dream bitch::
I corrected her and told her I didn't work with the DOT; I worked as an assistant for a consultant company that sometimes gets hired by the DOT. There's a difference. I went on to tell her that my job wasn't something you can do if you're stupid, and in the dream I'd just completed some massive organization project which involved creating a searchable Excel database. I started telling her about it, explaining how I'd made a huge list of these projects, but then she interrupted me.
"Well I just don't see the USE of such a thing," she interjected, and I interrupted her right back and yelled, "If you'd let me finish my sentence instead of telling me everything I do is useless, maybe you'd get a clearer picture."
She did her movie-character chest clutching and "WELL, I never!"
I finished my explanation and everyone else there was impressed with it but uncomfortable with my attitude, and then the bitchy wife started to suggest that I go get some wine for her to refill her glass. She then made a big show of changing her mind and choosing a different person to get her wine because someone of my social status would not have the first idea of what sort of wine to get.
I wonder what the hell her problem was?
::Makes a face at imaginary dream bitch::