Last night, I dreamed I was working in a large white room, updating online files and removing documents. There was a young lady who had questions about me that I attempted to answer. I grabbed a bunch of items for a meeting; I left my dog in the room and wandered around the building trying to find the conference room. I went through a stairwell and hallways to find it and noticed that people had brought their pets.
It feels like a Monday morning, and I am dreading the question, “What did you do over the weekend?” I have to remind myself why I applied for this job, and despite the inherent shitshows, ad hoc situations, and similarities with previous jobs, it paid more than the last one. I need to give it time and have an exit strategy just in case.
We’ve been thinking a lot about relocation, with strong consideration of leaving the country. Like all things, there are pros and cons.
Happy Monday.
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