eternal nightmares of the jobless mind.
If you'll recall prior to the move I was a bit nervous about being a Jess without a job. I actually wrote a post about it, but never actually published it. (I have since remedied that and you can view it here.)
Fast forward a month after the move, almost every night since we have been here I have had a nightmare about PF/PCA. Usually the dream revolves around teaching my last class and the anxiety of moving. Once there may have even been a bomb scare that shut down the entire downtown area along with the threat of zombies, preventing me from getting to PCA to teach. You know, standard stuff.
Just within the past two days has my sleeping mind started to deal with the fact that I am no longer in Pittsburgh. I thought, perhaps this is where the work dreams would end, but alas, my subconscious is stubborn.
In my most recent dream I was sorta/kinda working at Weta, though half way through the dream I realized I hadn't actually been hired or paid. But anyway, as it starts out I am in my first meeting with my team, which I am trying to lead. In walks John Lasseter, because, as I have previously established, my subconscious is very confused. He begins to take over the meeting, suggesting that we rearrange the seating from the way I had it and then he plows right into the meeting. We are discussing how the workflow has changed in the industry, yet high schools haven't caught up to teaching kids applicable skills. Yes, for some reason John Lasseter, who obviously works at Weta, is worried about high school students being prepared for a career in digital animation. They pass around a piece of paper with a few notes from a previous meeting, but too quickly for me to read it. Then the meeting is over and I realize I don't even actually work there, but Seth is always telling me how they have free fruit in the kitchens so I begin to look for that.
Yep, my brain is totally okay with this whole not-having-a-job thing. Isn't it obvious that I am a fully-defined person even without a job to attend to?
Fast forward a month after the move, almost every night since we have been here I have had a nightmare about PF/PCA. Usually the dream revolves around teaching my last class and the anxiety of moving. Once there may have even been a bomb scare that shut down the entire downtown area along with the threat of zombies, preventing me from getting to PCA to teach. You know, standard stuff.
Just within the past two days has my sleeping mind started to deal with the fact that I am no longer in Pittsburgh. I thought, perhaps this is where the work dreams would end, but alas, my subconscious is stubborn.
In my most recent dream I was sorta/kinda working at Weta, though half way through the dream I realized I hadn't actually been hired or paid. But anyway, as it starts out I am in my first meeting with my team, which I am trying to lead. In walks John Lasseter, because, as I have previously established, my subconscious is very confused. He begins to take over the meeting, suggesting that we rearrange the seating from the way I had it and then he plows right into the meeting. We are discussing how the workflow has changed in the industry, yet high schools haven't caught up to teaching kids applicable skills. Yes, for some reason John Lasseter, who obviously works at Weta, is worried about high school students being prepared for a career in digital animation. They pass around a piece of paper with a few notes from a previous meeting, but too quickly for me to read it. Then the meeting is over and I realize I don't even actually work there, but Seth is always telling me how they have free fruit in the kitchens so I begin to look for that.
Yep, my brain is totally okay with this whole not-having-a-job thing. Isn't it obvious that I am a fully-defined person even without a job to attend to?
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