Weird ass dreams I got my job at the CDN back but I wasn’t in the same org and was an infrastructure architect and was at a thing last Saturday and wasn’t happy about having to work a weekend, but was supposed to give a talk that didn’t happen and had a bunch of liquid soap for some demo and was like… I’ll just give it to the kitchen and they were all thanks and dumped it down the drain on the spot, and was back in Seattle and it hit me where I kept thinking I didn’t want to relocate back to Arizona but they had a regional office in Seattle… right? (I think they do irl or I know about the colo here anyway) but I’d just saw Ben here and he is still an architect there for real, and I don’t remember ever going to AD even though I stepped foot in the office, and when I logged in it was still giving me credit for 18 months tenure and I was like that’s weird… last time I was here for 2 years but shrug then ended up at some company related party but it was some rich people house party and someone gifted me this huge fucking thing of Swiss milk chocolate and it started to melt in my bag so I grabbed it and was trying to figure out how to carefully unwrap it without a bunch of melted chocolate getting everywhere.
Then some lady came up and was asking me questions about how long I’d been here and I kept thinking 2012 but knew that was wrong, and was like… wait that was Vegas and that was 2013, I moved here in 2016 and she took me for a walk across the street and mentioned she had a huge dog that acted like a puppy and I was all excited until he came up because he was this giant st bernard that kept jumping up on me and putting a paw on my chest cause he was all excited and I almost fell, she had to tell him to stop. We kept walking and then I decided to wander on my own and sat at a table, there were a bunch outside that were setup for the event and then I saw you standing behind me looking around so I called out your name, saw you had friends at a larger table and got up to meet you and they were finishing up and getting ready to leave, I was upset that all this stuff happened and I hadn’t seen you the entire time, then sat down and remembered an earlier part of the dream where Elvis tried to kill me in a parking lot and everyone was like w t f? I explained he was like Jailhouse Rock era Elvis except dressed like Johnny Cash, wearing all black and he had John Wick’s car, and I had no idea why any of the above was a thing. I was so stuck on not knowing what to do come Monday with the job and woke up.