Speaking of weird dreams, most of mine lately are ones that exploit my allergophobia (the fear of being late). A lot of them are just plain ridiculous as in they would NEVER happen. Some common elements of these recurring nightmares are:
1. I'm pre-occupied with something.
2. Everything's in really weird colors.
3. I'm either crying or hitting myself.
4. Any solution I come up with fails.
5. People making fun of me and even celebrating my tardiness as a form of mockery.
6. Other people thinking I'm crazy or are completely oblivious of what's happening.
7. I get ready way later than I normally do, which is unrealistic of me.
I swear that my medication is making my brain go hayware and going off of it after talking to my doctor has just made me worse. I feel more screwed up than ever, because I never had nightmares of this nature before.
In other news, I'm about at the point I'm ready to put in my 2 week notice and quit working at Weis. Simply put, I'm not getting any advancements or raises. I REFUSE to work through to the end of the year just to make a measly 15 cents more an hour, despite how much effort I'm putting in. My boss simply doesn't give a rat's ass about my work quality and has no intention of ever relieving me of being a worthless cart pusher. Seriously, as much as I didn't like the original boss, now that my current one has shown his true colors, I wish I had the old one back. It's just disgusting how you have an asshole boss that ends up getting fired, you get a new one that everyone loves, then within 2 months almost everyone hates him more than the first one.
It's annoying as hell being given all kinds of Mickey Mouse BS tasks, such as wiping down the top of the outdoor vending machine. I mean REALLY? Like anyone is going to see the top of it?? I think he KNOWS damn well I won't say no to him and he can get pretty much whatever he wants out of me while the other cart guy does the bare minimum. That and I inform him about problems that have been issues for MONTHS and he doesn't do a damn thing about it. One of the electric carts has a bad battery. I told the boss before him several times and this guy many times, but several months later, it's still out there with its terrible battery life and constant complaints by customers getting stranded in the store with a dead cart. I almost wish I could talk to the corporate big wigs and expose my boss's sorry ass to them. Of course, in doing that, I would probably get fired for being a whistleblower, narc, rat, whatever. But at this point, I hardly care. I deserve better than working for just barely above minimum wage doing one of the least respected and most physically demanding jobs; pushing carts. If things don't improve by this Saturday, I am strongly considering giving my 2 week notice.