Last night I dreamed that I was working a help desk - fielding questions and demands from an endless line of clients. I was always paired up with a fellow employee, not always the same employee, and often left alone for prolong periods of time when my counterparts would take a break.
At one point I was working with a supervisor and I answered a question about salad dressing. I answered correctly that we did not have the sought after product, suggested an alternate and was feeling pretty confident that I handled myself well. Suddenly, the supervisor corrects me, offers her assistance to the customer, and shoots me a disapproving look for not having the correct information. I was stressed out and started to doubt myself.
Now, in the light of day I realize that I did, indeed, have my information correct. I was right. My stress was unnecessary. I believe that the dream was just in anticipation of an upcoming job interview I'm going on. The brain is a funny thing.
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