Ah the power of a good night’s sleep.
The first indication that it would be a good day? I had a dream. That in itself proves that I slept, long and deep.
I actually dreamed about sleeping, what does that tell you?
In my dream, I was due to go to work at a new location at 11 am, and I was reading at the computer beforehand. Next thing I know, I’m waking up, and its 2 pm, so clearly I’m already 3 hours late. I kept looking at the clock as I got ready, in total disbelief that I could have been so tired that I fell asleep sitting up at a desk for that long.
When I arrived at my new job, I fully expected to get a lecture or worse. But my new boss just said, “Don’t worry about it, you’ll make it up sometime. We work hard enough, we don’t need to stress out about the clock.”
Wow! That was so nice! I was pleased about my new job as I went to the coatroom to put my things away. That’s when I realized I’d forgotten to dry my hair, and it was still wrapped up in a TurbieTwist towel. For a minute I was embarrassed, but then thought, “Now they’ve seen me at my worst, it can only get better.”
Wouldn’t that be a great place to work?
Whenever I’m getting in a rut, I tend to dream about going back to work. Yesterday, I was fed up with my current position as a stay-at-home-mom. Summers can be brutal and boring at times. I’m not really as fascinated with knock-knock jokes as my 4 and 6 year old are.
So I was thinking this morning about this awesome job, where I could show up late in my TurbieTwist, and no one cared.
Ya know, my current job does come with some pretty great benefits!