Last night I had a crazy dream. Maybe it was a nightmare? I dunno. It was about my old job. lol. Don’t get me wrong, I liked my old job. I liked being busy and having things to do and I was friends with several of my coworkers. There was just one of the supervisors and two of her friends that were not very kind to me most of the time and that was part of my job that I didn’t enjoy so much. It’s hard when someone is supposed to be a person you can go to for questions and help with your job, but whenever you go to them, they are mean and nasty and don’t help at all. So, I avoided this supervisor whenever possible. Thank goodness she was only my supervisor for a few months and I was transferred back under the office manager. She was a lot nicer. Those few months when I was under the mean supervisor were some rough months. If I had been her boss, I would have fired her 1000 times over for the way she treated people. I still don’t understand how she was allowed to get away with talking to and treating people the way she did.
Anyways, I dreamt that I was working at that office again, but it wasn’t quite the same office. It had the same people, but it was somewhere else. Part of it was outside in a field/swamp area. It was weird.
My dream started off with me sitting by the door of this wooden shack type building that was on stilts over some water. I was just sitting there, leaning against the wall on the porch and listening to music coming from the radio on the other side of the door. All the sudden, the mean supervisor came up the steps and was freaking out at me because that was her daughter’s radio and how dare I be listening to her daughter’s music.
The next moment, we were all in the field a little ways away from the shack at our desks. The desks were all set up in rows in the middle of this empty field and there were trees all around. The mean supervisor was standing above my desk and yelling at me about how incompetent and insignificant I was and her friend was there with her. This friend is a girl who walked around the office and acted like she owned the place because she was friends with one of the supervisors, even though she had worked there several months to several years less than most of the people there. . Seriously, this girl walked all over people and treated most of the people in the office like they either were beneath her or just plain stupid. I got irritated a couple times when she would tell me to take something to the courthouse and then try to impress upon me the importance of taking ALL of the court documents to the courthouse and getting them ALL filed and bringing them ALL back to the office. Really, when did I ever NOT take ALL of the court documents with me? And when did I bring something back unfiled that someone hadn’t called and asked me not to file in? Ugh. It was irritating how she acted like nobody in the office knew how to do their jobs except for her. I definitely learned a lot of patience and how to keep my mouth shut when dealing with these two women.
Anyways, I dreamt that these two were hovering over me and being mean and the office manager was just standing a few desks away and watching it all. She looked sad, but just sat there and didn’t do anything. My friend, Lyndsay came over and we started talking after the other two walked off and started being mean to other people. Lyndsay and I talked about how mean those two were and how we didn’t understand how they were allowed to get away with it all. The other two were within hearing distance and just smirked back at us while they were laying into one of the other girls.
As Lyndsay and I took a break and were walking around the area, the mean supervisor and her friend kept coming over and telling us we were lazy and stupid and screwing everything up. The mean supervisor kept telling me I was an awful person because I would dare to involve myself with something of her daughter’s. No matter where we went, they would follow us and just be mean. And the whole time this was going on, I could see the office manager out of the corner of my eye, just standing there, watching the whole thing.
I am soooooooooooooooooooo glad I woke up from that dream. The weird thing was, I was using profanity to describe the mean supervisor when I was talking with Lyndsay in my dream, which is so not like me. I was one of the very few people in my office that didn’t swear, so it’s strange that I would swear in that environment in my dream. And while that dream doesn’t seem like much to be weirded out over, if you had had to experience this lady’s tirades first-hand, you’d understand. I’m so glad it was just a dream and I woke up from it. I didn’t hate my job, I just dreaded any and all interactions with those two women because they were just so mean to people. I think those two were one of the biggest things I disliked about my job. I tried not to worry about it too much, since I couldn’t change the way they acted or treated people, but I sure am glad I don’t have to deal with them anymore.