I had a dream Saturday that I got fired.
Last week we signed these new Federal Personal Information Privacy agreements that basically means that we cannot leave a single client file in our desk drawer any longer. All files must be returned to the centralized locking cabinet by the end of the business day (or any time I am not present at my desk- i.e. a break).
It’s been frustrating as hell.
Oh, and did I mention that if we don’t adhere, we can get fired?
Back to Saturday night. I dreamed that I got fired because I left a file in my drawer over the holiday weekend.
When I woke up Sunday, I realized that I had actually left a file in my drawer Wednesday. Accidentally, of course. I proceed to freak out- causing Army to try and calm me down and remind me that nothing can be done until Monday morning anyway.
(Sidenote: yes, we spent most of the weekend with Army. Being that romance is not my area however, I will leave it someone else to update the blog with a post regarding that. It was a pleasant weekend besides the bad dream though.)
This morning rolls around and when Texas calls me on my way to work, asking me to swing by her place after, I joke that it may be earlier than my normal quitting time as I might be getting fired today. I seem calm but inside I am screaming, crying, hating myself. It takes a lot of strength between myself and Rika to not let Victoria or Daria take this self-hatred out physically. But the recent pact with Army is still fresh for most of us (more on that in the future).
When I reach my office, I immediately check my desk drawer. Perhaps I am incorrect in my memory and I really did properly restore the file to the central cabinet last Wednesday. I am not a superstitious alter, but I cross my fingers anyway.
A file sits calmly on top; so obvious; so conniving; yelling for a supervisor to find it and terminate me.
I quickly open Microsoft Outlook on my computer and check my email. No stern emails from my supervisor. I scan my desk. No post-its about seeing him.
I do a normal perusal of the department’s calendar and notice my Saving Grace.
“[Supervisor] attending Ohio Housing Conference all day”
I may be starting to lean a little more towards Roms’ theories of there being a “bigger picture” now.
I also quickly create a post-it with garish colors and big blocky letters: “CHECK”. I tape it above my desk drawers. I will notice it every day before I leave.
I will not be fired over being a scatterbrain. I am better than that.