At times, it seems almost tiresome that one would ask for some kind of help, some kind of insight into things, some kind of relief on some issues, and yet the same issues would still befall you. For example, my life, my work. The one thing that I hold dear is my life and my work, yet those don't seem to be working out. I feel like taking a vacation from myself, being someone else for a change, someone who has less responsiblity, more fun, loves her job, is respected at her job, and is noticed even if it's once in a while.
I do that in my dream sometimes. In my dream last night, I was in Europe. I was shooting a documentary and my crew just happened upon the crew of Oceans 12, and the very delectable but obnoxious George Clooney. I had a brushing with him of some kind and he walked off, and who was the surprise 12th member, Keanu. Yes, but it was a dream nonetheless. The rest of the crew, Brad, and Matt Damon took a liking to me and inquired about my documentary which was on foreign living and how simple it is, but George was too proud to beg, so to speak so he ran off, giving me the cold shoulder.
No one understands why I detest the company I work for, just me. or maybe all companies are this way, I havent worked for enough companies to know not to compare, but this one takes the cake, in treating us like inconsequentials and maybe I like to be noticed A LOT and I dont want to be the inconsequential person of the bunch.
But in my dream, I met George Clooney and he was an asshole, and Keanu was shy and Matt Damon was actually a friendly guy. I guess I can be consoled by my vivid playful imagination. If only that were enough.
Help me, save me from this career! That would be the heading of my Dear Abbie letter.
And Dear Abbie would say, it is all your fault, somewhat.
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