Tuesday, 21 February 2012
Avoiding My Manager
I had another dream about work again the other night. But this one was fun. I was trying to avoid seeing my manager. I was in the sorting room and caught a glimpse of her, and ran. I went downstairs on the shop floor and made sure that the coast was clear. I then heard footsteps, and shot straight up the front door not seeing her. I was tired already and having to much fun. Then I heard her coming up, so, I ran straight back down. This time I went near the til, and saw my Dad come in with a donation. I threw it on the floor, swung a bag off my shoulder, and ran out the shop with him. It was like I was expecting it to happen. Weird, but hilarious.