This week I’ve been plagued by some crazy nightmares. Not the kind that involve monsters or death, but the kind that to me are infinitely more frightening: the kind that are based in reality and involve a total brainfart on my part.
For example, last night’s nightmare featured me blogging about how I’ve only had six vacation days this year – followed by a scene in which my boss tells me I’ve incorrectly tracked my days and have actually taken 24 days of vacation – PLUS the five I’m out on now – and as a result I need to pay the company back for my excessive absence. My favorite part was when I said, “Hold on. You mean you track this in a SPREADSHEET?” like it was the craziest thing an employer could do, and she asked how I tracked my days and I started to demonstrate by counting on my fingers.
At least, I’m pretty sure that didn’t actually happen. Yet.
pithypants 
O.K. So I must be punchy because NOW I’m giggling at how dumb you’d look showing your boss that you count your vacation time on your fingers.
[seriously, I totally lost it just now and DID laugh hysterically, causing a co-worker to come in and see what was wrong — she thought I was crying.]