lapacifidora | Reality kind of sucks.

OK. Reality kinds of sucks. I had a dream that left me happy and peaceful last weekend - but I have no idea what happened. My boss is a complete lunatic. (Who? Who decides on a whim that she wants to reissue her cookbook? More to the point, who doesn't request a final e-file copy of the manuscript for safekeeping? She honestly has no idea how to run her business.)

And perhaps, more than anything else, there's the fact that I've felt off nearly all week because the dream that made me happy also made me think there was something wrong with me. What normal person wakes up happy and then convinces herself that feeling happy can't be trusted? Who doesn't trust feeling happy and thinks it's more normal to be frustrated?

I hate that my boss puts me in positions where I can't give my best effort, that I let her put me in those positions and that I then put up with her complaints when she decides that - where she's put up with less than my best every other time - my not giving her my best is a personal insult from me to her.