Melissa has called me in to her office. She insists that i work on a project. I refuse on the grounds that my faculties are no longer what they once were because of the drugs i take for depression. I tell her that i resent always being the one called upon to clean up other people's messes. She doesn't understand that the company has destroyed my brain. I've made up my mind to 'play along' but have pre-decided i won't use any of my brain gifts to help the project even if i can find the old spark.
Something about looking at report output and not even reviewing but marking it as "okay."
I'm on trial for 'insubordination' and Melissa is on the stand being cross-examined by the lawyer. I can tell that the jury doesn't like the way she flutters her eyelids and shakes her head and that they will probably find me innocent of her charges. I tell my lawyers that they should ask her why she hasn't asked my immediate peers to work on the project to show how unfair the situation is and has always been.
Ugh. Stress dream. It's not going to be anything like that. I'll be my comfy cube space, listening to my music, reviewing policy and trying to block out the noise from my funny and annoying co-workers. Nothing more, nothing less.
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