Seems like it’s becoming a tradition to dream about my office day in metaphorical form. Last night it was jumbled travel dreams. I was going on a family trip and needed to take the bus to the airport; but I was running too late to catch the bus; I would have to take an uber instead. But then my family was in the house with me, so it was silly to think about taking the bus or an uber, I could just ride with them. But then our location shifted to the airport and my suitcase was gone. None of us saw what happened to it. Apparently some suitcases had been deemed too large and were taken for mandatory check-in, and we hoped mine was among them, but we didn’t know and couldn’t find out.
Anyway we were walking to our gate (just hoping for the best re: my suitcase) and I thought I saw R in our party, which surprised and concerned me (cool to have him with us, but concerning because he hates travel). Then I looked closer and it wasn’t actually him, to my relief/disappointment. Then I woke up and it was nine minutes before my alarm. Fun.
It was an objectively great day at work—productive, good team meeting, good food, good weather, not too sleepy—but I was in a lowkey panic all day about [redacted], and then in a highkey panic when I got home. What a pain in the ass. Every single other autopay in existence pays the amount due, and if the amount goes up, the autopay goes up. That’s why it’s AUTO pay, not MANUAL pay. Even [redacted] didn’t pull this shit. Well, we’ll get it sorted out.
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