Is it just me?

I had a KR dream last night. 

I know nobody wants to hear that but I just have to say it because it is actually my first. Yes, years of lusting for him I never actually just dream about him, I daydream which is a different thing from being spoken to in your dreams. I lie, I have dreamt about him now that I think about it. But it was such a bad one, and this was quite a good one and it just has to make news to me for one reason. 

I had a bad day yesterday. I get along with my co-worker, and everything is fine, somewhat. But I am getting a little edgy. Since the superiors showed up last week, I just got the rose colored glasses pulled out from under me, and it sorta gave me a better look of the kind of company I am working for. So many words were said to my attorney by the superiors, words that to me were unprofessional. I didn't regard it as anything, until yesterday. I signed my name on one of their letterheads, a letter which I had sent myself. And the superior sends my attorney an email saying how it is malpractice to have the paralegal's name on the letterhead, etc. This is something I have seen many a paralegals do from letters I get from them. Why should mine be different. The attorney in Nashville made this comment that just turns my stomach whenever I think about it. "Why do they always want their name on something?" 

Ouch. 

Because we are people and not just puppets. Yes we are paralegals but we do three-fourths of the work so if we have our name signed on one single sheet of paper to a letter that we sent out, is it the end of the world? I just kept thinking last night, even a key grip in a movie gets to have his name on the end credits, so why not a paralegal? I felt like sending him an email stating just that. The girl before me wanted business cards and to him that was such an abomination, business cards that state "paralegal", bad, bad. I suppose there goes me finding out if they offer tuition reimbursement. At this rate, I am sure they'd charge extra. 

So you see why a KR dream after such a troubled day felt so welcome to me, if only the alarm had not interrupted the sublime state. I don't know what to think: Let it go, or let it open my eyes?