I dreamed last night that the boss (old boss Phil) came back and reclaimed his job. A definite possibility (basically, since he left us to go overseas, he can come back to the US into the job he left, but he has to come back at the end of his first year over there, if he stays for more than a year then he has to look for a US job when one opens up, just like any other job seeker). I had to explain to him all we had accomplished while he was gone and he didn’t take kindly to my changes. The worst part was that I knew I was going to have to keep on working just as hard, but I’d get less pay. How’s that for justice?
So I woke up in a funk. I hate being uncertain of my future like this. I’ve pretty much decided not to go too banzai on the office until I know for sure about whether or not he’s actually coming back and that won’t be until next summer.
It saps the strength a bit. Maybe it’s just the weather.
