At work I am the mean secretary. Even in my dreams. The last one was so funny I woke up laughing.
I was in a big room doing something secretarial. Whatever it was wasn’t happening well and I had a small sense of frustration at the task. Then, my boss steams past me roaring out, “Grab a notebook and follow me!” He does one of these wide arm gestures for me to follow him. We are on our way to a meeting. I narrow my eyes and snort (this is what mean secretaries generally do) and instead of getting just one pad of paper I grab a handful. I may be mean, but I am always prepared.
I notice there are a number of people in the room we are leaving, all younger than myself. As we go into the next larger room I notice many, many more of these young people. And, they are all whining at me as I go past them. “Can I have one of those? Hey, give me a note book! I want a yellow one. Do you have a yellow pad?” I started cursing at them. “Get your own damned notebook.” except, I was handing out the notebooks right and left. What was also irritating to me was that whatever meeting we were going to I was going to be the one expected to take notes, which, actually is exactly what happens with every meeting I attend at my company. The last person I remember snarling to in the dream was some younger woman who had somehow gotten herself into a storage cabinet. I couldn’t see her, I could only hear her whining for a notebook. That was the last straw. As I rose to the surface of wakefulness I thought to myself, “I’m even a mean secretary in my dreams.” And, for the first time in a long time I awakened laughing. Talk about letting off steam.