About a month ago I was abruptly reassigned to another manager (incredulous reason I was given later was that my previous one was at his capacity for underlings), which must’ve prompted a dream where I was enlisted into a small cohort of unfamiliar folks from different departments as a part of some team-building exercise, the sort I’ve had to participate in more of since joining this company than in my entire career, and after taking a bathroom break, returned and was immediately put on the spot by the host. I was questioned as to the kind of person whose response to a new subject is to ask ‘of what importance is it’ or ‘how does it affect me’, in a rhetorical way, as if this were the enlightened course taken by our leaders. “Does this have any bearing on discussion during my absence,” I inquired, no, she answered, then snarkily replied, either someone who doesn’t have very much time or a narcissist. It’s attitudes like this that are really hurting my upward mobility, aren’t they?
In another more recent work-related scenario, Andy Hsu and I were onsite like we haven’t been in years, though I did have to remind him how our respective project responsibilities have changed as they have since. Alvin Jardin, from even further back, was the representative on the client side, and the three of us shared a connection which only made that special kind of sense it does in dreams whereby Andy’s piss flowed wirelessly through his bladder, but I regulated its entry into the toilet, hoping that by pausing and resuming ever-so casually I could reduce the embarrassing impression that I had let it accumulate for too long tonight.
Leave a Reply