I dream about my job...almost every night. *sigh*
I remember that well and it's not funny. hoping that it moves on soon and is replaced by thoughts of white, fluffy poodles.
Work can be sticky like that. However, a brain made of teflon isn't really a good thing either.
this just doesn't sound like you at all. something is not right here. how can we help? can you align all the internet mind together to bring about what would be the best solution? We're standing by, at the ready. ~bp
