The Importance of Being Idle

The Haunter Of The Dark

My last call today, and possibly my last call at Diligenta ever, was an annoying prat. Most of the day had been okay, although not terribly busy, but that last one of the day was just irritating. The bloke had had this policy for years and clearly never bothered to do anything at all with it over the past 30-odd years, and now wanted to know everything about it he'd never bothered to ask before. Which would normally be fine, except he called at two minutes to five and just went over the same ground over and over again, never seeming to take in even one word that I said. Actually to say he was an annoying prat was really unfair, he was just your typical clueless policy holder who has no idea what he's bought or what he should do with it. No wonder so many policies were mis-sold in the 80s; it must've been like shooting fish in a barrel.
So yeah, that may be the end of that. Of course I shan't know for sure until early tomorrow, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but I took all MY things from my desk, so that I don't have to go back if that's how things are gonna be.
Not that I'm really keen to be fired, but there's a part of me that thinks this is far as this company is gonna take me, and that much as I'd like to think things will get better, they'll just get worse. Of course I do like being able to pay my bills and the like, so on the other hand if I'm going to leave I'd rather it be on my terms than theirs, but it's given me the push I need to get moving. So I suppose whilst I'd rather NOT be fired tomorrow, there'll be a part of me that is actually disappointed if I don't, 'cos I kinda have some plans for the week and they do not in any way involve being at Diligenta.
Enough of that though.
So I keep having this weird dream; in the dream I'm watching three versions of me, all of whom are missing something. I don't mean a limb or anything like that, I mean they're missing something spiritually. And in the dreams I observe them all as they go through their day looking for this missing something, this whatever that will make them whole, and the me that's watching them all knows that if they'd just meet then all their troubles will be over, but no matter how close to each other they get they never get meet and I can only watch, never guide or interfere. Then at the end of the day, they go back to the start and repeat the same fruitless actions over and over again, and all I can do is watch, all the while feeling their emptiness, confusion and despair, all the while knowing the solution, but not for one second being able to influence their actions. I've had this same dream for the past two or three nights now, which must mean something. In a lot of ways it's a very beautiful dream, but incredibly, heart breakingly sad.
I won't sleep much tonight, I know that. Be glad when this is all over.
Which it will be in just over fourteen hours...

posted by BadMonkey @ 6:40 PM