Monday, March 17, 2008

First Day of Work

Matt's office today:

In the meantime, I had about 17 dreams this weekend about my place of work being on fire; of every employee standing on a tall, wobbly set of bleachers; of me drowning; and of select employees climbing around a treacherous high space. Thanks, brain; I get it.


  1. Cool!

    But forgive me, but I'm trying to figure out where there's carpentry work on steel taconite docks...

    That were built 50 years ago...

  2. C.G. called me today, and I'll tell you, the pit in my stomach ...
    I said, "Are you calling to fire me?" Because I totally thought he was.
    But no, it was something else. (For today, anyway.)