The Good, the Weird, and the Ugly

I really think my subconscious is trying to kill me. The dreams I'm having are sucking royally. Last night's was about a big party, which was pretty cool - at first. Apparently I'd just started dating Dave Grohl. Boooooooyah! He was crazy and handsome and funny and sweet... Yeah, yeah, I could go on and on. The party was cool, with lots of rock stars and pretty people. It lasted all night.

The problem happened, though, when I woke up the next morning (in my dream). I discovered that, much to my dismay, we weren't at Dave's house. We were actually at my Evil Ex-Friend's house. And he was the only person left in the house with me.

Ugh. It wasn't pretty.

So anyway, the very end of my dream cracked me up, because he had to drive me home. On the way, I found out that he was "forced" to get a "real job" (imagine that) and ended up being a hairdresser.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. But the thought of him cutting hair.... Just cracks me up.

Anyway, stupid dream.... It's plagued my brain all day. Just pieces of it. I find it unnerving how dreams can play such a big role in my life. Why is it that I can always remember every single dream I have? Yuck.

On top of that, I'm just really struggling to find motivation at work right now. I'm not sure what it is. At the end of every day, I get all mad at myself because I didn't give it my "all." I promise myself I'll kick some serious selling ass the following day. Then I get to work the next day, and really can't give a shit about it - again. Of course, this continuing cycle is starting to plague my commissions. One week left in the selling month, and I'm only half-way to my goals. This is a problem.

Oh, whine. It could be worse, I suppose. Maybe it's just laziness.

Sighing,
michelle

Posted by Michelle at January 20, 2003 09:08 PM