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[kitanzi]

My job is product support and customer service for small businesses doing payroll, and their associated tax issues. Today is the very last day of the first quarter, and we've been understandably busy. I've been coming home physically and mentally wiped this week, so I suppose it makes sense I'd dream about it, unfair as it seems. The same thing happened almost nightly during year end.(Why CAN'T I get paid for the calls I take in my sleep? I'm still working...)

Sometime in the early hours this morning my brain generated a call for me - my phone rang, I grabbed my headset and answered it in approved fashion, talked the caller through the first few steps of a fairly standard problem. Then I somehow realized I was dreaming, stopped short, and told her to fuck off. The caller was startled and huffy, and I told her I didn't have to talk to her, this was a dream. She argued a bit and hung up. It's really rather funny - it was quite vivid. If I weren't quite, quite sure this happened a insane-o'clock in the morning and could not have possibly been real, I'd be a bit worried!

I don't generally remember my dreams, unless they happen to be particularly bad or I happen to be woken up in the middle of one. I'm kind of glad I remember this one, though - perhaps a speck of wish fufillment just now.

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[kitanzi.livejournal.com]

Miss you too, hon - come hang out with me at work and tell the callers all the things I'd love to and can't. >:)