I was at work, and the group I worked for had just moved to a beautiful new building. I was walking around the building with some co-workers, checking out the new digs. There were large areas, each for different work functions - administrative, HR, IT, finance, engineering, facilities, etc - and so each area had its own "personality".
Since the building was new and we were in the process of moving in, most of the areas weren't yet occupied. But there were paper layouts/maps that showed the different workspaces with people's names written in marker at their assigned spots.
I kept walking around, noting how nice the building environment was with its large open areas, high ceilings, large windows, and pleasant modern furnishings. But I couldn't find my name on any of the maps. I knew I was in the right place as I recognized other people and saw their names, but where was I supposed to go? I was getting frustrated.
Then I woke up.
I woke up, but I remained frustrated for a while as the dream cobwebs slowly ebbed away.
And then Shia Labeouf was with me... "Don't let your dreams be dreams!"
Yeah, preach it! Well... maybe just not the part about not "finding myself". On that note, back-to-school this week. I don't typically remember my dreams, but that one seemed to mirror my wanting to be finished with school and actually working. Somewhere.
Also this week was our P.E.O. "Christmas in January!" party after our real party was called on account of a snowstorm. It was a good time. Our hostess had even left all her decorations up, so it actually felt like Christmas - just when I thought it was all done. Some ladies even wore their ugly Christmas sweaters for the occasion. At least I think they were purposely ugly...
Then yesterday, I attended the first meeting of the high school site improvement committee. Remember? I volunteered to identify capital project(s) to make the high school more sparkly? So our meeting mainly consisted of taking a tour of the school. And here I was worried that I wouldn't find anything to agree to spend money on. NOT a problem!
Funny that Meego didn't mention the run down locker rooms or dated classrooms when I asked him for input. But then, judging by his bedroom, that state is probably normal to him.
So while I still haven't found my name in marker in the pretty new building, I've got school and working for free to keep me out of trouble.