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June 21, 2006
heh
slept almost nekkid last night 'cuz i didn't want to wrinkle my nice shirt, though i had already spilled something on it that evening so i guess wrinkles would only have been adding insult to injury. okay, wrinkles didn't bother me, i was more afeared of ripping off a button.
anyhow. point: sleepin' almost nekkid is warmup.
i dreamt last night and remember it because i only really woke up once, instead of once at 5am to forget my dreams and then once again at 730 to get up.
i was visiting my folks and had taken some of my work-work with me on my laptop. for a change i was working on a specific product instead of product-supporting-stuff. i had lots of desert fun, then the day arrived that i would return to the bay. i packed up my junk and departed in my car.
when i got back, i had a big meeting with the QA people on the product, and they were happy that i'd made some good progress over my vacation (that's how i knew it was a dream). then i moved on to a another meeting with Ned, my high school buddy, who apparently had become a PM at this company. the meeting was at a big round cheap wooden card table, the whole company was open (no walls between one meeting and the next) and lotsa people at the table. he went around the table, asked about progress, and got to me. after some chitchat and stuff, he got down to business: "in addition to the coding, i'll need you to fly to new york in october to man the booth for our product at a trade show".
to which i replied, catchily, steadily, clearly, in front of all the people, "i will not fly for [name of company where i work, which, handily, rhymes with 'fly']", (<- comma intentionally placed outside of the quotes) at which Ned took some umbrage, writing some things down on a small sheet of lined paper. He went away for a bit, continuing to write, and when he returned, handed me the paper. it was a list of things he wanted me to "sign off" on, including an item stating that i would "reconsider" my position on flying. i shook my head and took the paper. later in the day i consulted with another PM i knew and he agreed it was silly for Ned to take such a position and said not to worry about it, which i wasn't anyways.
so i packed up my stuff and drove off to visit Fictional SLO #3 (I have a multitude of very distinct fictional SLOs which i occasionally visit in my dreams. each has a wildly different geography, presence, population, and landscape, however each one is equally SLO in the way that is only possible in dreams. oddly, one of them is also santa barbara, where i've never spent much time in real life), though i decided as i was packing that i didn't really need to go and that i should just work on the project (that's when i really knew i was dreaming). other stuff happened, i guess, but somewhere around there, i woke up.
anyhow. point: sleepin' almost nekkid is warmup.
i dreamt last night and remember it because i only really woke up once, instead of once at 5am to forget my dreams and then once again at 730 to get up.
i was visiting my folks and had taken some of my work-work with me on my laptop. for a change i was working on a specific product instead of product-supporting-stuff. i had lots of desert fun, then the day arrived that i would return to the bay. i packed up my junk and departed in my car.
when i got back, i had a big meeting with the QA people on the product, and they were happy that i'd made some good progress over my vacation (that's how i knew it was a dream). then i moved on to a another meeting with Ned, my high school buddy, who apparently had become a PM at this company. the meeting was at a big round cheap wooden card table, the whole company was open (no walls between one meeting and the next) and lotsa people at the table. he went around the table, asked about progress, and got to me. after some chitchat and stuff, he got down to business: "in addition to the coding, i'll need you to fly to new york in october to man the booth for our product at a trade show".
to which i replied, catchily, steadily, clearly, in front of all the people, "i will not fly for [name of company where i work, which, handily, rhymes with 'fly']", (<- comma intentionally placed outside of the quotes) at which Ned took some umbrage, writing some things down on a small sheet of lined paper. He went away for a bit, continuing to write, and when he returned, handed me the paper. it was a list of things he wanted me to "sign off" on, including an item stating that i would "reconsider" my position on flying. i shook my head and took the paper. later in the day i consulted with another PM i knew and he agreed it was silly for Ned to take such a position and said not to worry about it, which i wasn't anyways.
so i packed up my stuff and drove off to visit Fictional SLO #3 (I have a multitude of very distinct fictional SLOs which i occasionally visit in my dreams. each has a wildly different geography, presence, population, and landscape, however each one is equally SLO in the way that is only possible in dreams. oddly, one of them is also santa barbara, where i've never spent much time in real life), though i decided as i was packing that i didn't really need to go and that i should just work on the project (that's when i really knew i was dreaming). other stuff happened, i guess, but somewhere around there, i woke up.
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